Stuck Up. lyrics

by

Quentin Miller


[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, okay
You think you're prepared? You're not prepared
Them dudes over there do not compare
Stuck to the code that got me here
It's up, it's stuck, it's locked up there

[Post-Chorus]
I just had got back to the city, I'm good
She tryna link up and I think that we should
Don't nobody else do this sh*t how I do it
There's money to make and I'm tryna get to it
A legend already, I don't gotta prove it
I want the new Bentley, I don't want the Buick
I jump on the beat and get very abusive
Ball on these n*ggas like Gary, no Busey

[Verse 1]
Most of these rappers is not who they say they is
I just do not know why y'all even play they sh*t
Soon as y'all get information you say the sh*t
All of my secrets? I go to the grave with it
Make your own bed then after you lay in it
Money it come and go, people that came and went
You gave the game away, didn't even pay for it
That be the lamest sh*t, ain't that the lamest sh*t?
I could care less 'bout no clout or no fame and sh*t
I'ma get money and keep on obtainin' sh*t
b*tches you f*ckin', the n*ggas you hangin' with
Them be the best indicators of who you is
I am not new to this, truly I'm true to this
I spray at anyone, I don't care who you is
Swear I'm the realest that's currently doing this
Who else you know that influence influencers?
[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, okay
You think you're prepared? You're not prepared
Them dudes over there do not compare
I stuck to the code that got me here
It's up, it's stuck, it's locked up there

[Verse 2]
So many things that dropped this year
I'm finna f*ck up the block this year
It really ain't much I got to fear
They had me before but not this year
I'm on a whole different vibe
There's no way of blowing my high so don't even try
Most of these n*ggas be lying
Don't even be going outside, so really it's quiet
Yeah, I said it, I meant it and I'm sticking by it
You said there's money to get at
I'm asking you why do you preach to the choir?
Hit the hotel and checked into the president suite
Now I need a Melania
My flow on water like Anya
Frozen like Anna, n*ggas ain't hot enough
Sheesh, might even put on a fleece
I don't clock in to a job, I just be managing beats
All I can do is go hard, I don't know how to go weak
Young n*gga paid the cost to turn to a boss
I got the receipts
[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, okay
You think you're prepared? You're not prepared
Them dudes over there do not compare
Stuck to the code that got me here
It's up, it's stuck, it's locked up there

[Post-Chorus]
I just had got back to the city, I'm good
She tryna link up and I think that we should
Don't nobody else do this sh*t how I do it
There's money to make and I'm tryna get to it
A legend already, I don't gotta prove it
I want the new Bentley, I don't want the Buick
I jump on the beat and get very abusive
Ball on these n*ggas like Gary, no Busey
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