It’s Up lyrics

[Intro]
Creep up in that n*gga bushes
When he walk out there, put that pole to the n*gga dome
Make sure you leave his brains on the door

[Verse 1]
Fifty shots up out this ARP, don't you play with me
And if the n*gga say it's up, you know that sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t no cap (That sh*t no cap)
Ayy, yeah, me and the gang, wе thuggin' so hard
We might just catch us a RICO charge
Hundred somеthin' Crips, we up in the party (Crip, Crip, Crip)
You know that we don't give a f*ck 'bout the sergeant
Put him on the ground right after we spark him
We can call that a murder garden
Thuggin' too hard, a n*gga 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' n*ggas, Ty Lawson
Put a hole in his head like he was a f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' dog her
[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 2]
Lean on the blunt
Tropicana Fruits in the Runtz
You can't hit this blunt
You ain't help me roll this f*ckin' blunt
Try to buck me who? Buck me what? We ain't goin' for nothin'
When I up this b*tch 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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' sh*t, he carve you out just like a pumpkin
[Chorus]
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)

[Outro]
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda