It's Up ft. Chris Kemp & Young Buck Lyrics

If it's up then it's up we run keep up

Big bag you big front you ain't shit you ain't us

Run that

Oh my god we can run that

If it's up then it's up we run keep up

Big bag you big front you ain't shit you ain't us

Run that

Oh my god we can run that

Oh my god know they waitin' for the fall off

But uh-uh that's not my job go ask Jeep I bet he tell you

Nine deuce hoover that's the squad wish you hoe ass niggas would

Nah matter fact I pray to god put that barrel on his neck

Oh he a fuckin' saint bernard all that woofin' what you cryin' 'bout

Say that shit you said up on the gram don't get quiet now

Fire drill the nigga wanted smoke and we outside his house

Don't wanna have to press and leave him flat to get this ironed out

I don't chase a bag now the bags are chasing me

Said she wanna change the climate I said bitch go save the trees

I ain't into saving hoes believe I'm out here savin' weaves

My girl will pull you out that shit next time you try to play with me

If it's up then it's up we run keep up

Big bag you big front you ain't shit you ain't us

Run that

Oh my god we can run that

If it's up then it's up we run keep up

Big bag you big front you ain't shit you ain't us

Run that

Oh my god we can run that

No fear no love I'm strapped in this club

We here what's up we get it out the mud

Baggin' this Fentanyl up with gloves I got trial in a month

I can't let them catch me slippin' and violate me for this blunt

Blue bandana yeah I'm crippin' this is not a fuckin' stunt

Niggas in here get to trippin' I'm gon' pop that fuckin' trunk

Tell 'em run that yeah you right I done that

We gon' wait until the funeral and then come back

Lost respect for all these rappers where'd you put your guns at

Got your house surrounded bitch ain't nowhere to run at

My life my glock my hood my block

You play we spray 'til everybody get shot

If it's up then it's up we run keep up

Big bag you big front you ain't shit you ain't us

Run that

Oh my god we can run that

If it's up then it's up we run keep up

Big bag you big front you ain't shit you ain't us

Run that

Oh my god we can run that

Okay this light work but it's blinding make your eyes hurt

Tires skrrt slidin' round your city like it's my turf

Bitch I'm in my bag say he trippin' I bet I'm worse

Hop up in the booth and lay it down and then I thirst

Say they sick of seeing me winnin' I'm like I know me too

I'm like top five where I'm from I don't mean 5 4 3 2

I'm up on the top now I got the top down I'm on vacay with the crew

Remember we didn't have shit and now it's you

I just do that bitch I run it up

Put me 1 on 5 I'd clutch I'd bet a million bucks

A reply from me you'll get more than your feelings touched

If it's up I'll leave you stuck up where the ceiling was I don't give a fuck

If it's up then it's up we run keep up

Big bag you big front you ain't shit you ain't us

Run that

Oh my god we can run that

If it's up then it's up we run keep up

Big bag you big front you ain't shit you ain't us

Run that

Oh my god we can run that