If It's Up

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Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
 Hoo, yeah, yeah
 Niggas be goin' beast mode and shit
 I'm finna go gorilla though, ha
 It's Trax season, bruh
 I pick up backends, bitch (backend baby)
 You pick up pay checks, sis, hoo
 I like Crips, but it can get bloody (Crip)
 With your mouth, you better watch that diss
 I feel like I'm the shit (yeah)
 Rollie, Rollie hittin' right on my wrist (Rollie)
 Got beef? Then step into the light (light)
 You bitches all bark, no bite (rrr)
 Just me, bitch, I be wylin' (wylin')
 Pimpin' niggas like Megan Thee Stallion (pimp a nigga)
 New day, new nigga, money gettin' bigger
 Broke boys don't bring figures (hoo)
 All black, bitch, I be mobbin' (mobbin')
 Solo Batman, no Robin
 Don't push, I'm a killer, wake up the thriller
 Always 'bout my skrilla, hoo
 If it's up, then it's stuck (then it's stuck)
 Talkin' tough? Bitch, knuck if you buck, hoo (if you buck)
 I ain't come to play around
 Run through your crew and lay that motherfucker down (hoo)
 My hand's itching, try your luck (try your luck)
 A firecracker, bitch, I'm guaranteed to bust ('teed to bust)
 I ain't come to play around
 Run through your crew and lay that motherfucker down (ha)
 Act up when you see me (bitch, act up)
 Real life, no TV (nah)
 Oh, you blind? Hey Stevie (blind)
 Bitch, I ain't playin', no kiki
 Ballin' on hoes, scorin' on niggas
 Throwin' it back, he keep bustin' them triggers
 Hood with the Hilfiger, bougie with Chanel
 Birds on the way, bricks on the scale
 It's a lick at the door, let him come in
 Snatchin' his soul, won't see him again
 Is you gon' ride? Time only tells
 Time wait for no man, I'ma wish you well
 Step in my ring, watch and see
 Line it up hoes, one, two, three
 Fine as wine, thick as a thief
 Handlin' issues, ain't coppin' no plea (bah)
 If it's up, then it's stuck (if it's up, then it's stuck now)
 Talkin' tough? Bitch, knuck if you buck, hoo (bah)
 I ain't come to play around
 Run through your crew and lay that motherfucker down
 (B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-boo)
 My hand's itching, try your luck (try your luck)
 A firecracker, bitch, I'm guaranteed to bust ('teed to bust)
 I ain't come to play around (fuck that hoe)
 Run through your crew and lay that motherfucker down (bang, bang, bang, rah)
 Yeah
 Niggas really don't motherfuckin' know me
 Y'all niggas act like y'all 'bout that action
 But I'm really 'bout my motherfuckin' issue
 Stop playin' with a real bitch
 Actually, stop playin' with a real nigga
 Gang-gang shit, bitch
 Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
 It's Trax season, bruh
 

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Duration
02:34
Key
11
Tempo
140 BPM

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