G'S UP ft. Cook Up Coop Lyrics

Get your body tossed in the ambulance

With the force of an avalanche

Murder in advance, pistols

Buss them

You ain't a tough guy

You straight p

Get fucked

Bandaged and bruised up

Ass nigga

Get shitted on

You straight gangster over the phone

You p in person

You know where I be, so come and get me

I'm calling your bluff

Blow your noodle

Put the 38 to you, let them shells kiss you

Nobody gone miss you

Like hell Rell said

Pit bulls don't shake hands with poodles, with a name like

How you gangster, you rock punk valor suits

Toy soldier, your baby got more heart than you

You still with moms, get your shit right

Then come see me like big said

Talk slick

And I beat you right with the Nina

Like ike did Tina

You just another

Another rapper

Waiting to go pop, I'm still in the grind

G's up hoes down

Trust I'm a blaze for mine

You just another nigga

Another rapper

Waiting to go pop

I'm still in the grind

G's up hoes down

Trust I'm a blaze for mine

I'm like

All that humble shit is gone, you niggas fabricated

I can't lie cause I'm agrivated, too saturated

They done bullied and blackballed me like Adidas

And they don't even like each other

They like felines

You dogs mad cause they cat call me to come smash

You the type to throw a rock and then b line

You know why they don't wish you well

Cause they'd rather see you fail

Penny for your thoughts, I'm not a wishing well

How could shit on the same nigga that molded you

Lie and say it's only you

Disgusted with myself, like how you let a mother lover get that close to you

Let them eat off and then brag about what they stole from you

You niggas litty off minor stats

To hide da fact

That you p like monistat

Like I don't get to it, who y'all influence

It's proven, I don't pretend to

It's pandemonium every time that I step through

You just another

Another rapper

Waiting to go pop

I'm still in the grind

G's up hoes down

Trust I'm a blaze for mine

You just another nigga

Another rapper waiting to go pop

I'm still in the grind

G's up hoes down

Trust I'm a blaze for mine

It's funny y'all never lived up to the standards that you held me to

You'd prolly throw it in my face, if i get help from you

Look how they look at me crazy,

I bet they not impressed

Y'all think if I was in your spot I'd be the same as you

Hated by R&B singers, and now they sing the blues

I never changed up, even when they switched crews

Y'all was never in them bleachers

I been ahead of niggas couldn't reach us

Alienated myself from leachers

What y'all celebrated that shit beneath us

If my niggas ain't eatin then what's the reason

It's like they hate cause you breathing, hate cause you said no

Thats why they fuck on your bitch, was hate from the get go

I know it hurts, couldn't stomach the shit I been through

Y'all don't want it, your whole style is a rental

Bitch