Tear It Up Lyrics

Uh uh

Ongang yall know how the fuck I'm comin' man

Oj Savv in this bitch, Im finna run this bitch

TBG shit, KMT shit, GLT shit

Man on gang long live all the guys

Free all the bros

I say

Gang in this bitch with me, And they got them blickas tucked

Give out free smoke like a chimney, You bet not lack cause now you fucked

And I bet I don't get touched, Vouchers with me fuck you up

Niggas out here say they big dawg, But get turned to a mutt

You say you savage, Nigga show me

Patek philippe, Ion want no rollie

I been on my shit, And can't no nigga hoe me

He tried to run off, And got shot like a okie

Jaw me a nigga, I feel like Im jody

Im high off my ass, Now I feel like Im smokey

If you my brudda I got you for life

But I know it's some niggas out here, Trying to door me

I get onna beat, Run it up

Spin they block, Tear it up

They say they tired of Oj Savv, He flex too much they den had enough

Don't clutch that glock, If you ain't gon' slide Mook told me we gon air it up

I know some niggas who outside, And they do not play fair enough

But you know how Im bumming now

Foenem staking his house he ain't coming out

Niggas do all that talking, They running out

And she know Im the man, Im a slut her out

Foenem stand on that business

They be just spinning and spinnin' you know that they gunnin' out

Catch a body Im willing

Thinking he that cause he dissing we finna flood him out

Bitch

Oj Savv, Up that glock and I bet it go pow

They out there deep, So they switching the crowd

If you ain't TBG, Get the fuck from around

Best in my city, The hottest in town

She on my dick, Steady hawking me down

CPDK if they try to come book me, And ask about bodies I ain't making a sound

Gang in this bitch with me, And they got them blickas tucked

Give out free smoke like a chimney, You bet not lack cause now you fucked

And I bet I don't get touched, Vouchers with me fuck you up

Niggas out here say they big dog, And get turnt to a mutt

I get onna beat, Run it up

Spin they block, Tear it up

They say they tired of Oj Savv, He flex too much they den had enough

Don't clutch that glock, If you ain't gon' slide Mook told me we gon air it up

I know some niggas who outside, And they do not play fair enough