Up On Em

Cause I got the drop up on em
A thottie that's ready to
Pop up on em

A Brodie to change for the pape
Up on em
A steppa that stomp when I say it On em

A plug that's in love with the pape I brought em

He gone do what it takes
To keep business proper

A FaceTime from ha
An he said I got em

Get a FaceTime from gone
Now we shaking coppers
Go update ya roster like

This is that time of the night
This is that monster
That's under ya bed

Just waiting to cut out the light
That crack in the closet

Sound in kitchen
That just isnt feeling to right

That one in the head
Then click click jam
Last thing ya need in ya life

Last thing I need is a wife
Maybe a vibe a smoochie a Bonnie
Something to keep me on ice

I need a 9 a rugar a glocky
Something that come with a sight

Play wit yo bitch or ya life
Spin yoles don't matter the type

I'm sliding bro right or he right
If I suit up he dying tonight

Like like like
Who think I'm sweet in this bitch
Really walking shit down
When it came to my chick

Check the reports on the hit
He done left with some shots
Then got dropped to the feds

Check the reports on my fit
I done spent a few zips
To go reup an Shit

Ha like
Ima god but I'll never admit it

Soldier to worker
Worker to boss
Look at me prince of my city

Copy my flows
Study my moves
Niggas can't remix the Demi

I'm not that kid from the city
When I make it out
Know the south coming with me

Just wanted support from my gang
Video shoots first time performing
It was just me on that stage

Switched up my lane
Found some real members
Now NSE be the gang

Niggas betrayed me
Never forgave em
His body won't cost me thang
Won't cost me a chain

Cause I got the drop up on em
A thottie that's ready to
Pop up on em

A Brodie to change for the pape
Up on em
A steppa that stomp when I say it On em

A plug that's in love with the pape I brought em

He gone do what it takes
To keep business proper

A FaceTime from ha
An he said I got em

Get a FaceTime from gone
Now we shaking coppers
Go update ya roster like

Fuck it I'm back in this bitch
Got a lot on my chest
So I'm talking my shit

Fuck it I know bout the risk
Like keep watching that door
While I weigh up this brick

So deep in this Shit
Not thinking ahead
Pray I'm not stuck in the mix

Fuck it it Is what it is
There ain't no turning back
We been banging since kids

Third street trapping
Niggas been acting
Preaching to the world they active

Niggas relaxing ain't got no action
Better tap in we slapping

Can't show you how to
Swipe no giffy

But these bricks no tint
No Bobby all Whitney

Can't show you how to pop
No wheely

Cause when I was 13
I was loading up semis



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Writer(s): David Ware
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