Testo Up n Stuck - 22Gz feat. Kodak Black
Testo della canzone Up n Stuck (22Gz feat. Kodak Black), tratta dall'album New Day Rap
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Rah rah
Niggas know they ain't active
Stop all the cappin'
Before you end up in a casket
Got these opp niggas duckin' (opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (walk up, brush him)
It'll be all fun and games 'til we touch him (blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (gang, gang, gang)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (ain't no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin' (blick, blick)
I heard they said they're on timing
Get a lil' freak from the East to come line him
Blickys and twirlers gon' slime 'em (blick, blick)
Where they from? We gon' kill they whole lineup (they whole linеup)
He was lookin' for too much attention (too much attention)
But thе gang get him, checked off the hit list (checked)
And them opp niggas cappin', they know they ain't spinnin'
So stop all that dissin' (them opp niggas cap)
And they stealin' the drip, it's ridiculous (I get the drip)
Fell in love with them Glocks with extensions (with extensions)
With them switches (with them switches)
He keeps on clickin' 'til he stop twitchin', glitchin' (twitchin')
Lift him (lift him), drift it (drift it)
Shooters slide through, they block with a ripstick (on a ripstick)
Use the Wesson, it ain't no ballistics (ain't no ballistics)
Point blank, won't shoot from a distance
Got these opp niggas duckin' (opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (walk up, brush him)
It'll be all fun and games 'til we touch him (blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (gang, gang, forget it)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (ain't no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin' (blick, blick)
Got these opp niggas duckin' (opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (walk up, brush him)
It'll be all fun and games 'til we touch him (blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (gang, gang, forget it)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (ain't no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin' (blick, blick)
Hey, pull up, my mouth chain's bussin'
Come through hop out, K's bussin'
It ain't nothin' to swing your street
Yeah, he cool, but he ain't no me
I introduced you niggas to motion
All this beef, can't even focus
Tryna be me, gotta get in action
You totin' that fire for fashion
Got nothin' for nobody that's askin'
I just been handin' out caskets
Post gangster quotes all you want for captions
In your real life, you catfish
I keep woolies with a dick on 'em
I see yo' bitch, I'ma spit on her
He sped off, I ran out, and he fell out like Rich Homie
If he slippin', get a mop
I get any nigga dropped
I stopped thinkin' these niggas're my dawgs
They just really all want my spot
I drop Fentanyl in the pot
Remix e'rything with flock
I gave him e'rything I got
Now he linkin' up with my opps
Got these opp niggas duckin' (opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (walk up, brush him)
It'll be all fun and games 'til we touch him (blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (gang, gang, forget it)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (ain't no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin' (blick, blick)
Got these opp niggas duckin' (opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (walk up, brush him)
It'll be all fun and games 'til we touch him (blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (gang, gang, gang)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (ain't no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin' (blick, blick)
Gang, gang, gang
Stepper gon' walk up, brush him
Skrr, skrr-skrr
Blick, blick-blick
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Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Jeffrey Alexander, George Bakopoulos
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