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letra de on some shit - up it

[intro: getrichzay]
gang
faceshot gang, you know what the f-ck goin’ on with me
(tzy on some other sh-t)

[verse 1: getrichzay]
ayy, getrich’ on some other sh-t (on some other sh-t)
uh, he be tryna bust some sh-t (bust some sh-t)
ayy, had to go put a scope on top my chop, i’m tryna touch some chop (ayy, come no)
ayy, send a blitz, rush that b-tch (aight)
ayy, block her number, f-ck that b-tch (let’s go)
ayy, gun on my hand, i don’t trust no b-tch (uh-uh)
f-ck the police, i don’t cuff no b-tch (uh-uh)

[chorus: getrichzay]
faceshot gang, he got hit in his top (face time)
ayy, glock with a swith make a f-ck n-gga hawk (vfft, aight, come on)
ayy, hop out, all the boy heard was a pop (boom)
ayy, on feet, all the n-gga heard was a chop (boom, aight, come on)
ayy, still in the hood, put my racks in a box (no cap)
ayy, he smokin’ fifty, now his ass in a box (yup)
ayy, tryna find gang, put his ass on fox (put his ass)
ayy, we in the cut, we pop out, let’s walk (let’s go, aight, come on)

[verse 2: up it]
wе see a opp, then he gettin’ droppеd
me and ‘zay ride around, switches and chops (vfft)
he was dissin’ on 2sg, now he in box
f-ck n-ggas know i’ma let this b-tch pop
just like ten on me right now, wish he could
f-ck n-gga run up, i wish he would
this drac’ came all-black with no wood
i push up right now any hood (i’m good)
2016, had to beat me a case
f-ck n-gga totin’, got hit in his face
fast forward, now a n-gga totin’ the k
n-ggas know that big up it ain’t playin’ no games
we ain’t sn-tch your chain, we sn-tchin’ your brain
he got burnt up quick, he got caught in the flame
tryna get a drop on me, i got young n-ggas watchin’ the spot and they totin’ them things
you ain’t no shooter, boy, stay in your lane
i throw up the six, yeah, i’m with the gang
me and lil flip tryna hop out and bang
bullets rip through his body, he feelin’ in pain
lil’ b-tch-ass n-gga got k!lled for real
can’t pop no pill that heal for real
they know we pop out, drill for real
bag on his head, we send him to chill (come on)
[chorus: getrichzay]
faceshot gang, he got hit in his top (face time)
ayy, glock with a swith make a f-ck n-gga hawk (vfft, aight, come on)
ayy, hop out, all the boy heard was a pop (boom)
ayy, on feet, all the n-gga heard was a chop (boom, aight, come on)
ayy, still in the hood, put my racks in a box (no cap)
ayy, he smokin’ fifty, now his ass in a box (yup)
ayy, tryna find gang, put his ass on fox (put his ass)
ayy, we in the cut, we pop out, let’s walk (let’s go, aight, come on)

- up it

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