Paroles de la chanson It's Up par Dj Booker & NLE Choppa

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Paroles de la chanson It's Up par Dj Booker & NLE Choppa

Creep up in that nigga bushes
When he walk out there, put that pole to the nigga dome
Make sure you leave his brains on the door

Fifty shots up out this ARP, don't you play with me
And if the nigga say it's up, you know that shit there stay with me
I ain't tryna to meet nowhere, I pull up where you stay on me
Hundred rounds up out this 308 and I was one deep
7.62s detach his body parts, that shit a wrap
Crooked dice, I make a move when I'm shootin' in the trap
He was hotboxin' his whip, pull up, put his head in his lap

Best believe if I said, I meant it, that shit no cap (That shit no cap)
Ayy, yeah, me and the gang, we thuggin' so hard
We might just catch us a RICO charge
Hundred somethin' Crips, we up in the party (Crip, Crip, Crip)
You know that we don't give a fuck 'bout the sergeant
Put him on the ground right after we spark him
We can call that a murder garden
Thuggin' too hard, a nigga tried to check me, I said, "I beg your pardon?"
I had the glizzy up in my Ethika drawers, I step back, then I spark him
Shootin' niggas, Ty Lawson
Put a hole in his head like he was a fuckin' dolphin
Gon' make your mama buy a coffin

Told her "stop cryin' 'bout her baby, eat this sausage"
Make her swallow it, gargle it
Hit from the back, I'ma have to fuckin' dog her

Don't get caught without your gun (Without your gun)
'Cause after dark, we gon' kill anyone (Anyone)
I spot an opp, so you know he's done (He's done)
He ain't do nothin' to me, we just kill for no reason (No reason)

Lean on the blunt
Tropicana Fruits in the Runtz
You can't hit this blunt
You ain't help me roll this fuckin' blunt
Try to buck me who? Buck me what? We ain't goin' for nothin'

When I up this bitch up off my hip, boy, you better run
Got the glizzy dirty, so I had to get another gun
Say she wanna have my kids, so I put it on her tongue
Hundred round drum on the chopper, look like Tommy gun
How the fuck you gon' survive with that money on your dome?
Walk in your house and then I kill you with your mommy in your home
Sometimes that lil' Choppa, he be reekin', this that murderer cologne
Why your body smell like that? 'Cause them fuckin' bodies in the trunk
I took a shower, I still smell it, got that weed, left that boy funky
They like "Choppa, what you smokin' on?" I'm smokin' on that skunky

I pin the tail up on that opp, now that boy look like he a donkey
7.62s leave all them holes, look like you was shoppin' at Dunkin'
My lil' Mexican stabbin' shit, he carve you out just like a pumpkin

Don't get caught without your gun (Without your gun)
'Cause after dark, we gon' kill anyone (Anyone)
I spot a opp, so you know he's done (He's done)
He ain't do nothin' to me, we just kill for no reason (No reason)

NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

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