It's Up

[Intro] Creep up in that nigga bushes When he walk out there, put that pole to the nigga 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 nigga say it's up, you know that shit 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 shit 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 shit no cap (That shit 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 fuck 'bout the sergeant Put him on the ground right after we spark him We can call that a murder garden Thuggin' too hard, a nigga 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' niggas, Ty Lawson Put a hole in his head like he was a fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' blunt Try to buck me who? Buck me what? We ain't goin' for nothin' When I up this bitch 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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' shit, 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