GMO Stax and PGF Nuk - Up It

(Drip)
(Turn me up, Trad)

You won't blow that bitch, don't up it
Me and my niggas, we up it, me and my niggas, we clutch it
Dodgin' death like it's nothin'
You and your niggas keep gettin' killed, y'all still ain't went and slid yet
Ask the opps, them niggas know, every time they came, we slid back
Thirty, fifty, sixty and hundreds
'Bout five hundred in this Striker, niggas know they ass in trouble
Certified tweaker, text the opps and tell 'em that I'm comin'
Or pop out like surprise, have him like, "Who put pressure on us?"
Fuck some homework, I'm tryna pop out and go stretch somethin'
Who got the check on him?
Pay me half right now and he won't live to see the next mornin'
Go, go, he won't see the next mornin'
It's Nuk, go, go

Niggas scared when they see us, uh, they know that we kill shit
We do real shit, you with that gun, boy, you still bitch
I just spent a hundred K, yeah, Nuko still rich
Yeah, he still sick, a lot of niggas ain't gon' feel this
Tie him up like a piece of paper, fuckin' hater
For his liquor he need chaser, I'm up like the elevators
See you later, bitch
He ain't takin' shit but this four nick'
Glock came with a switch, all we do is blick
Real killers, I know real niggas, we don't play around
Real drillers, I know real hitters that'll lay you down
Scratch off 'cause she let off sound, the dick a hundred thou'
She ain't got no money or no credit, gotta move around
We get blicks and ride around, bitch, I'm from the town
Up this bitch, they gettin' down, lil' bitch gettin' down
On the opps, yeah, yeah, on the opps, Nuk be slidin' nonstop
We not worried 'bout the opps

We not worried 'bout the opps
Fuck the window, I'm gettin' off soon as we hit these niggas block
Celebrate with double cups every time another nigga drop
Bought a whip, can't even drive
Bro take the wheel when we go slide
All you gotta do is slide, forever straight, you one of mine
Can't see how niggas hit the booth and go and tell lies
Can't see how niggas miss when they let off a hundred shots
I let off like ten of 'em, that's another nigga down
War, talkin' 'bout frontline, we gon' see who gon' survive
All them times I could've die, thankin' God I'm still alive
Fourth of July, they let off fireworks, we let off choppa rounds
I could tell it in his eyes, he ain't with the get down
How the fuck they lookin' for me when I'm always outside?

Niggas ain't lookin' for me, bitch, I'm outside
GMO
What up, Nuk?
Yeah, yeah

Written by:
Damauri Carter

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