Its Stuck Tha

F you and yo whole crew, represent like I'm supposed to
Get caught in that crossfire Knock ya ass off Pikachu
Hate the s that niggas do that's why I'm bout my business
If I up this trigger, I don't Think I'ma miss you
Imma flip yo ass like gymnastics, burn yo ass like burnt plastic
Stretch ya out like Elastic, b n you know What's happening
I'm killing off that fagget shit, blasting at cha then laughing b
I talk s but I can back It quick, I back it up With an extended clip
N Ain't gon f with this, they know I'm ridiculous
Rap game I spit this s, street life I live this s
Cross me you ass out, n know I'ma flash out
And turn this b into a holocaust, f A n, f a Boss
Im the type of Nigga that go to war, I'm the type thats gon play it raw
I'm the type thats Gon take it far, I'll never Tell what I seen or saw
Crowtown representa, this for all my real n
Especially my lil niggas who smoke weed And pop pills Nigga

B its up tha its up tha, f that it's just stuck tha, its up tha it's up tha f that it's just Stuck tha
Its up tha its up tha, f that it's just stuck tha, its up tha it's up tha f that it's just Stuck Tha
B its up tha its up tha, f that it's just stuck tha, its up tha it's up tha f that it's just Stuck tha
Its up tha its up tha, f that it's just stuck tha, its up tha it's up tha f that it's just Stuck Tha

Y'all stupid y'all waste yall time playing games on social media
Me Google and YouTube We teamed up like social People
You consume I produce, that's the difference between me and you you can't compare me
You stupid fool I make it Do what it really do
I put time into it Nigga, I know how to do it Nigga, you n don't know s
That's why You won't do s
40 tuck with a new clip, Nigga is you stupid, I'll lay ya down, bust some rounds
Act like I Never knew you clown
My real n they love this love how I spit real s they keep telling me not to stop the S
So I guess I won't Quit ya dig
Crowtown that's my ground, y'all know how we clown
It go down in our town, y'all city, Any ground
My lil niggas they stupid boy, them niggas a do ya boy
No picks and chooses boy, don't Let the area fool ya boy
We hold it down, even if we gotta bust some rounds
Put a stupid Nigga in the ground, Little boy don't play around We a spray ya down

B its up tha its up tha, f that it's just stuck tha, its up tha it's up tha f that it's just Stuck tha
Its up tha its up tha, f that it's just stuck tha, its up tha it's up tha f that it's just Stuck Tha
B its up tha its up tha, f that it's just stuck tha, its up tha it's up tha f that it's just Stuck tha
Its up tha its up tha, f that it's just stuck tha, its up tha it's up tha f that it's just Stuck Tha

Hit ya stupid ass with the matic, making ya stupid ass n Panic, y'all n can't stop
The cannon, eat yo ass Up like a sandwich
To whom it may concern b, burn ya block like a perm b
Dumb dumb dumb dumb S, Pauleo on this Song b
Don't get it twisted I'm with this, you need to mind yo own business
If I flash out, you Gon be wondering why is He tripping
Once its up tha it's stuck tha, you can't stop it f that
Imma let the Mac tap that ass go In ya pockets and take ya Cash
That choppa aint gon back down that b tha got a loud sound
That b gon jam yo Ass down to the ground Round like ground bound



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Writer(s): Paul Leben
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