IT's UP ft. RUDA, AMBRXSE & Taysty Lyrics

It's a free for all breaking down the walls

Bitch I been a soldier no army crawls

Already told you little pussies ain't afraid to brawl

Thin on the ground records dog, no saint bernard

I'm tryna stack more chips than a lumberyard

Don't try to act hard cuz I'll pull your card

Ambrxse and ruda leave you mentally scarred

Say your little bars they ain't on tier with ours

It's controlled chaos bitch yeah we really do this

Got taysty in the house ceo made the blueprint

Lost in the studio can't find where the booth is

I'm standing here spittin like my mouth was fuckin toothless

You clueless we ruthless

I'm talking it like this cuz I know the fuckin shoe fits

Pistol on my side cuz my momma raised a nuisance

Really here pussy boy this ain't an illusion

I rocked him so hard shit it caused a contusion

(Yeah, yeah)

We made a million by twenty one

My homies gon pull up with twenty twos

Want smoke we gon fill up a blunt

And the passenger filled up with blues

Don't wanna know what's in the trunk

We double it up if he front

If it's up then it's up now its stuck (Yeah)

It's up fixing his face like nip tuck

We get the bread like nip huss

The rollie just cost me a brick plus

I got too many cars in the garage

Every day feels like a switch up

Diamonds on me hitting like a mirage

Ain't no way that they gon miss us

Dark stains remain on the pages

Reminiscent of the dark ages

Brilliant displays of my pain lead me through dark places

Listen close you'll hear a demons heartbeat inside of my phrases

Inside of my verses, singing praises

And he's got a voracious appetite so where's the fucking waitress

Have her clumsy ass spilling the guts like we ordered intestines

And I'm coming back for another helping

So tell ceo prepare the seconds

Ambrxse is sharpening up the utensils

While I'm preparing the blessing

I got taysty up in the kitchen he's whipping the dressing

I'm spitting confessions

(Yeah, yeah)

We made a million by twenty one

My homies gon pull up with twenty twos

Want smoke we gon fill up a blunt

And the passenger filled up with blues

Don't wanna know what's in the trunk

We double it up if he front

If it's up then it's up now its stuck (Yeah)

It's up fixing his face like nip tuck

We get the bread like nip huss

The rollie just cost me a brick plus

I got too many cars in the garage

Every day feels like a switch up

Diamonds on me hitting like a mirage

Ain't no way that they gon miss us