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letra de up it - ps hitsquad

[intro]
(scratch mixed it)
yeah
(spk)
oh sh-t, hitsquad, baby
pants saggin’, black flaggin’
p’s up ’til i freeze up (yeah)
you know how the f-ck we comin’, man (eergh, haha)
look

[chorus]
up it (rise it), you don’t wanna see me up it (you don’t)
what’s it? what’s in my pocket? (eergh)
she don’t lock it, i f-ck it and duck it (yeah, yeah)
slidin’, i get the drop
i catch you slippin’ and mop it (play you, lay you)
ying, if i don’t yuck it (yuck)
i untuck it and pop when i up it (baap, baap, baap)
yeah (oh sh-t)
up it (rise it), you don’t wanna see me up it (you don’t)
what’s it? what’s in my pocket? (eergh)
she don’t lock it, i f-ck it and duck it (yeah, yeah)
slidin’, i get the drop
i catch you slippin’ and mop it (play you, lay you)
ying, if i don’t yuck it (yuck)
i untuck it and pop when i up it (baap, baap, baap)
[verse 1]
baddie on me, uck it (ay, baddie)
i’m in the streets tuggin’ (gang)
i be makin’ a beat, it’s cold in the streets, i ain’t holdin’ the heat for nuttin’ (baap, baap)
kermit, anything green, mop it (hahahaha)
pull up, i get the drop, try drop it (oh sh-t)
i’m like a teen, honest (how?)
peep man’s spot, man squeeze and pop it (baah, brrt)
f-ck it, i hit the sauna afters (yeah)
i’m like mum on a sunday, i’m dishin’ out corn with afters (braap, braap)
i wanna bang like p-rn, i bang that corn or the sword’s my armour (wet him up)
short man syndrome (eergh), i don’t care if you’re tall, i got suttin’ tall in my parka (long one)
you know ps, i’m all for the drama (you know me)
come back around like karma, laughter (drill it)
all of my opps ain’t funny (haha), rabbit (bunny), bunny
man ying that, might do it like gully (wet him)
or i swing that when i skate like hockey, f-ckery (oh sh-t)
i be with all of the f-ckery, 9mm opps don’t wanna buck me (no, they don’t)
o-opp thots all wanna f-ck me (all, all)
hitsquad, baby, all can’t touch me (hitsquad, baby), uh-uh (nah)
i made the man just stutter (brrt), r2d2, roll with a gun up (baap)
fifteen hunna (baap), hot like summer (braap, braap)
hitsquad, baby with a .380 or i back out my rambo cutter (rammy on me)
huh, tun up, tun up, pretty lil’ b-tch, gyally a stunner (all, all, all, all)

[chorus]
up it (rise it), you don’t wanna see me up it (you don’t)
what’s it? what’s in my pocket? (eergh)
she don’t lock it, i f-ck it and duck it (yeah, yeah)
slidin’, i get the drop
i catch you slippin’ and mop it (play you, lay you)
ying, if i don’t yuck it (yuck)
i untuck it and pop when i up it (baap, baap, baap)
yeah (oh sh-t)
up it (rise it), you don’t wanna see me up it (you don’t)
what’s it? what’s in my pocket? (eergh)
she don’t lock it, i f-ck it and duck it (yeah, yeah)
slidin’, i get the drop
i catch you slippin’ and mop it (play you, lay you)
ying, if i don’t yuck it (yuck)
i untuck it and pop when i up it (baap, baap, baap)
[verse 2]
i’m off the henny (i’m f-ckin’ lit)
ebk, we don’t f-ck with many or any (we don’t)
shotgun (eergh), i call it sh-lly (bad one), she ready already (baap, baap)
bro got his neck, my other bro got his belly (yuck)
i get why they’re ready, steady (they go)
juice, henny, henny (man spill), henny (yeah)
man spill juice (yuck), still they ain’t callin’ a truce (oh man)
called or either way could’ve been mute (oh well)
we winnin’ (yeah), they lose (lose), we spinnin’, we shoot (braap)
rambos twinnin’, bro keep twinnin’ or man just bring out the twin ting too (twin barrel)
lookin’ for twins, that’s two
hitsquad, baby it could’ve been two (two)
drive by, one on the window, hi, bye
or we put things on the back then ride by
someone got smoked recent, it was my guy (oh sh-t, oh sh-t)
feel like micah diamond (why’s that?) the way all of my opps done died, died
f-ck that, let me not chat too loose (bs)
free lil bruce, ld, that’s my guy (free ’em up)
[?] home, free my bro (free ’em up), you should’ve seen the way he used to whipped that astra (spin it)
free squeezo, he a well known capper (he’s tapped)
paigon boys see him as a mazza (yup, yup, yup)
and i scream “free [?]”, my n-gga (free ’em up)
on the wing, ‘cah he [?] figure
and i’m with my unknown n-gga (who’s that?)
that’s my k!lly (bruce), he a k!ller, driller (hitsquad, baby)
[chorus]
up it (rise it), you don’t wanna see me up it (you don’t)
what’s it? what’s in my pocket? (eergh)
she don’t lock it, i f-ck it and duck it (yeah, yeah)
slidin’, i get the drop
i catch you slippin’ and mop it (play you, lay you)
ying, if i don’t yuck it (yuck)
i untuck it and pop when i up it (baap, baap, baap)
yeah (oh sh-t)
up it (rise it), you don’t wanna see me up it (you don’t)
what’s it? what’s in my pocket? (eergh)
she don’t lock it, i f-ck it and duck it (yeah, yeah)
slidin’, i get the drop
i catch you slippin’ and mop it (play you, lay you)
ying, if i don’t yuck it (yuck)
i untuck it and pop when i up it (baap, baap, baap)
up it (oh sh-t)

- ps hitsquad

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