Up There, Stuck There Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah

1986

Sinners (Sinners)

Its too fast (Roll up, roll that up)

About to lap these n*****

Lets get high though

Ayy, Ayy, Ahh

I dont be fuckin' wit n*****

But I bet I finish whatever you started

Me and my n***** we gone get retarded

Lookin like food we hittin' the market

I dont be playin wit bitches

She said that we fuckin

I guess that it's up

Im grabbin' my fire right after I nut

And you is a opp if you aint one of us

(Whoop)

Give me a second I run up the pack

Just hit the plug got him doubling back

You hatin' for nothing how sucker is that

No love for you n***** I'm hugging the strap

Just beat it down got it puddlin' wet

She know what it is for I come up the steps

Open ya mouth let me tug on ya neck

Put her to sleep we in cuddle effect

Don't hit the phone you ain't talkin bout chicken

Chat aint bout money that shit hard to listen

Multiply weight break it down in division

I'm way too high ain't been down in a minute

Fuck all the bullshit bitch I'm on a mission

Triple stack henny and loud in my system

Think u got the juice then ya outta ya lemon

Sick of these n***** I signed the petition

Workin' I'm juggin' finessing the beat

Used to wake up to the stress and the beef

40 cal blow melt ya flesh with the heat

Like Uber just cancelled get left in the streets

Drive like I know where I'm going

Strains on loud I dont know what I'm smokin

Trains goin wild Penn Station, Hoboken

Hop turnstile I ain't waiting on tokens (Haa)

Pick up the pieces again (We push)

I pick up the pieces again (OT)

Bussin' them checks wit my scammer

She got me hittin' them visas again (Whoa)

We don't be fuckin' with losers

I'm on fire ball like hadouken (Perfect)

You come with too many problems

I ain't got time to find the solutions (I don't)

I put it on for my hood (Hood)

I get it in for the streets (Streets)

Book me a show on ya tour (Ya tour)

I'll fill it in for the seats (Sold out)

You can bet on Chucky P

I ain't let nobody fuckin' wit me

I got the juice don't make me squeeze (Brrr)

What is the sun without the Capri (Blaow)

I dont be fuckin' wit n*****

But I bet I finish whatever you started

Me and my n***** we gone get retarded

Lookin like food we hittin' the market

I dont be playin wit bitches

She said that we fuckin

I guess that its up

Im grabbin' my fire right after I nut

And you is a opp if you aint one of us

(Whoop)

You know whats up n****

Nah you really know whats up n****

Its up there and it's stuck there

Know that

Pull off bruh