Upping My Gun lyrics

[Verse 1: Pop Kreep]
Why would you lack on your block wit' no chop? Dummy
I was buggin' on 4th, grab the mop
They probably watchin' the cameras, I still shot
If you droppin' the wokk tryna clap 'em a G
Hit him in his leg, we thought he was a P
n*gga creepin' through cars, I up, he hit the floor
Dummy, we thought he was wit' the lord
Try to run up on me, send shots and I'ma score
n*gga Ty got shot, he was crawling under cars
Laid on his back lookin' at the stars
They was chillin' wit' Apey, that's what got him left
He caught eight to his chest, they walked him to his death
For my money in dice I'ma up wit' my gun
Oh he Ricky, oh he tried to run
Give me everything you got, give a f*ck 'bout your son
Now I'm rockin' him to sleep, I'm callin' him my son
n*gga bro in the spot, could swipe and catch a knockout
Opp in the planе, that's a mando lock out
Hoes in the crib takin' pics, b*tch delеte it
Beat from the back, I could never seed it
And the hoes that I f*ck, you would never believe it

[Verse 2: Bloxkz]
Baow
Why they mention the gang?
I'm tryna slide wit' the Wokk, let it bang
He throw up a F, double hand for the aim
Like, we lost Quai, started goin' insane
Double 0 Fazo, dump for his name
We on the F tryna flick close range
I'm boutta flick, word to bro I got beam, back to back on the opps, better give me my space
Baow, like I'm tryna flick
Like walk 'em down, better move when I flick
Leg shot, Relly walkin' wit' a limp
Like we on the opps tryna go for the win
Flock it, bro just got a new vic', now we up the block tryna catch us a hit
Baow baow, another Villy shot
They better ask how we get up the block
They better ask how we purgin' on opps
We was troopin' on feet, like everybody shot
Baow baow, like I let it flock
I mack him down if he wavin' his chop
On the F and I ain't tryna box, I'm tryna walk up and make sumn' drop
Baow baow, leave 'em dead on they strip
And back to back shots, we flick behind the whip
On the Trey, like b*tch I'ma glitch
Hop out, throw shots, bet I won't miss
[Verse 3: Pop Kreep]
Send shots out the G, I'ma tweak out
D's on the block, gotta reroute n*gga
We gon' park up and wait 'til they lack
They gon' scatter like roaches soon as he hear the gat
Tried to run, now his ass in a pack
Now they prayin', now they wishin' they could get him back
Thinkin' 'bout bro and I'm just tryna kill
They ask me why, 'cause he done died in the field
n*gga bro didn't wanna go, you could ask me I will

[Verse 4: Ju 6ix00]
Me and bro tryna creep
Watch your back, tryna go for the P
Accurate aim when I flock, I'm elite
Told bro "don't stop", double hands on the G
We on the M tryna see sumn' bleed, if he lack on that block he get turned into Sprinks
I got Flock in the cut, he gon' go for the three, if he miss word to bro then I'm catchin' his re'
Glah, Sha, n*gga walk wit' a lean
Kdot, he shoulda stood wit' his G
Buggout why you keep mentionin' me? Every trip in the [?] I was uppin' my G
H-Hop out, we 'bout to do it on feet
Glock out, he better run from the G
Hop out, MG gon' turn on the beam
I got 150 shots for the O's on they team
[Verse 5: Bloxkz]
Oh they wanna link? Aight bet
How y'all 150 deep? Y'all ain't causin' no wreck
So many vics, we talkin' 'bout the F
Came through it was ghost town, word to my dead
[?], I'm aimin' for the head
Throw five, get low, b*tch I'm duckin' the-
Like so many shot, I can't name who
I just know paramedics wrappin' up his head
Baow baow, like we really hop out creep
Like ask around what I did on that scene
Baow, better duck when I hop out the V, no fish, ski mask tryna make sumn' bleed n*gga