Pooh Shiesty ft. BIG30 - It's Up Lyrics

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

No talkin', bitch, no discussion
No fightin', don't do no tusslin' (I'm not gon' do no tusslin')
Pay my young nigga to knock you off, roll you up in a Russian (we'll smoke you out a Russian)
Give no fuck if it's my family, play with Shiesty, fuck my cousin (it's fuck my cousin)
In the club with a Glock .26, regular clip hold a dozen (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
It's nothin' (nothin')
I spend forty-one hundred on the Goyard, check my luggage (ain't nothin')
I'm not shy with this glizzy, no hesitation, I'm bustin' (blrrrd)
This Glock .23 stuck right by my pelvis out in public (it's there)
And I just poured a trey of Wock', better not pass me no 'Tussin (no, sir)

Ayy
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, bitch, it's up
Stuffed fifteen in one pocket, fucked around and got it stuck
In '14, we ran up twenty off one mission we had struck
And all this jewelry don't mean shit, I'll take it off, get suited up

30 say get you, you fucked
Them 7.62s ate 'em up
Niggas dissin' from a distance, don't come outside, they be tucked
Got the same bullets in your gun, you totin' that shit for nothin'
You see Shiesty in his name, that just mean that he my lil' son
And this AR shoot out AK bullets, this my favorite gun
And if I put you on a mission, don't come back until it's done
Free all my members that's locked in the cage for murder one
Just for them, we stand on top of shit, poppin' shit, throwin' ones
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

Catch us servin' like we sonic, got the strong and chronic
Tell 'em, "Run it, get my money," I kick shit with junkies
Ho, be honest, you a groupie, you fuck 'cause I'm bumpin'
Or it's 'cause you caught me at Neiman's fuckin' off a hunnd

Blrrd, ayy
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, bitch, it's up
Stuffed fifteen in one pocket, fucked around and got it stuck
In '14, we ran up twenty off one mission we had struck
And all this jewelry don't mean shit, I'll take it off, get suited up

Blrrrd