IT's UP (feat. Taysty)
It's a free for all breaking down the walls
Bitch I been a soldier no army crawls
Already told you little pussies ain't afraid to brawl
Thin on the ground records dog, no saint bernard
I'm tryna stack more chips than a lumberyard
Don't try to act hard cuz I'll pull your card
Ambrxse and ruda leave you mentally scarred
Say your little bars they ain't on tier with ours
It's controlled chaos bitch yeah we really do this
Got taysty in the house ceo made the blueprint
Lost in the studio can't find where the booth is
I'm standing here spittin like my mouth was fuckin toothless
You clueless we ruthless
I'm talking it like this cuz I know the fuckin shoe fits
Pistol on my side cuz my momma raised a nuisance
Really here pussy boy this ain't an illusion
I rocked him so hard shit it caused a contusion
(Yeah, yeah)
We made a million by twenty one
My homies gon pull up with twenty twos
Want smoke we gon fill up a blunt
And the passenger filled up with blues
Don't wanna know what's in the trunk
We double it up if he front
If it's up then it's up now its stuck (Yeah)
It's up fixing his face like nip tuck
We get the bread like nip huss
The rollie just cost me a brick plus
I got too many cars in the garage
Every day feels like a switch up
Diamonds on me hitting like a mirage
Ain't no way that they gon miss us
Dark stains remain on the pages
Reminiscent of the dark ages
Brilliant displays of my pain lead me through dark places
Listen close you'll hear a demons heartbeat inside of my phrases
Inside of my verses, singing praises
And he's got a voracious appetite so where's the fucking waitress
Have her clumsy ass spilling the guts like we ordered intestines
And I'm coming back for another helping
So tell ceo prepare the seconds
Ambrxse is sharpening up the utensils
While I'm preparing the blessing
I got taysty up in the kitchen he's whipping the dressing
I'm spitting confessions
(Yeah, yeah)
We made a million by twenty one
My homies gon pull up with twenty twos
Want smoke we gon fill up a blunt
And the passenger filled up with blues
Don't wanna know what's in the trunk
We double it up if he front
If it's up then it's up now its stuck (Yeah)
It's up fixing his face like nip tuck
We get the bread like nip huss
The rollie just cost me a brick plus
I got too many cars in the garage
Every day feels like a switch up
Diamonds on me hitting like a mirage
Ain't no way that they gon miss us
Bitch I been a soldier no army crawls
Already told you little pussies ain't afraid to brawl
Thin on the ground records dog, no saint bernard
I'm tryna stack more chips than a lumberyard
Don't try to act hard cuz I'll pull your card
Ambrxse and ruda leave you mentally scarred
Say your little bars they ain't on tier with ours
It's controlled chaos bitch yeah we really do this
Got taysty in the house ceo made the blueprint
Lost in the studio can't find where the booth is
I'm standing here spittin like my mouth was fuckin toothless
You clueless we ruthless
I'm talking it like this cuz I know the fuckin shoe fits
Pistol on my side cuz my momma raised a nuisance
Really here pussy boy this ain't an illusion
I rocked him so hard shit it caused a contusion
(Yeah, yeah)
We made a million by twenty one
My homies gon pull up with twenty twos
Want smoke we gon fill up a blunt
And the passenger filled up with blues
Don't wanna know what's in the trunk
We double it up if he front
If it's up then it's up now its stuck (Yeah)
It's up fixing his face like nip tuck
We get the bread like nip huss
The rollie just cost me a brick plus
I got too many cars in the garage
Every day feels like a switch up
Diamonds on me hitting like a mirage
Ain't no way that they gon miss us
Dark stains remain on the pages
Reminiscent of the dark ages
Brilliant displays of my pain lead me through dark places
Listen close you'll hear a demons heartbeat inside of my phrases
Inside of my verses, singing praises
And he's got a voracious appetite so where's the fucking waitress
Have her clumsy ass spilling the guts like we ordered intestines
And I'm coming back for another helping
So tell ceo prepare the seconds
Ambrxse is sharpening up the utensils
While I'm preparing the blessing
I got taysty up in the kitchen he's whipping the dressing
I'm spitting confessions
(Yeah, yeah)
We made a million by twenty one
My homies gon pull up with twenty twos
Want smoke we gon fill up a blunt
And the passenger filled up with blues
Don't wanna know what's in the trunk
We double it up if he front
If it's up then it's up now its stuck (Yeah)
It's up fixing his face like nip tuck
We get the bread like nip huss
The rollie just cost me a brick plus
I got too many cars in the garage
Every day feels like a switch up
Diamonds on me hitting like a mirage
Ain't no way that they gon miss us
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Ambrose
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