Up On Em Lyrics

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