cp (@justcp_) – its up lyrics
aye
d+mn
(hook, cp)
you was flashin’ all yo chains and watches, got them b+tches took
i just f+cked this b+tch right off the rip cause she like how i look
you a b+tch, you sittin alone, you do yo pipe up in a bush
b+tch, keep on dissin’ that’s that sh+t that gone get dude cooked
he ain’t safe in the party cause we got a .308 for the n+gga (bow)
park this b+tch on the roof, ill get out the car and wait for the n+gga (skrt)
i really used to be broke, i used to go half on an eighth with a n+gga (on god)
he wanna diss on the dead, put him in a l, we facin’ n+ggas (facin’)
sent yo lil b+tch home up in her lyft, she knew her time was up
i’m in all white fazo’s and these b+tches bet’ not catch a scuff
his b+tch all on my d+ck and in my mentions, think she tryna f+ck
n+ggas broke as h+ll and still be wolfin’ it ain’t addin’ up
(verse, dcg bsavv)
uh, okay
i walk in this b+tch, look for the bread then we gon’ tie ’em up
uh, i step in this b+tch with all my jewelry, n+gga add me up
i brought my clippers just to line ’em up
i hit from the back, she say she had enough
you a b+tch, them n+ggas called yo bluff
footers look 10, these n+ggas’ll size you up
uh, i put wok inside my cup
i want that b+tch, she say she cuffed
i roll woods so please don’t pass the dutch
yo ass gone die, don’t let them gas you up
uh, my lil b+tch, she bad as f+ck
we flew to florida, tummy tuck’s
you don’t act right, the next b+tch runner up
shoot at the crowd if they try to come for us
(verse, dcg shun)
i shower cold, i feel like the goat today (i did)
i freestyle i ain’t even wrote today (uh, yuh)
i’m back in the trenches, i’m givin’ out hope today (okay)
this beat too bad, b+tch it got a gun case (yea)
he got clapped, we hit face
n+ggas die everyday, mitch way
i got my gun when i hit stage (yea)
used to be broke now i’m big paid (i’m paid)
i’m still gone shine, f+ck his shade (okay)
we ride on n+ggas like bentayga
and you know i’m lookin’ at that chain (oh yuh)
i’m really a k!lla, i don’t play no games
i’m one of them n+ggas, i feel like oj
she heard “no bap” she thought it was okay
so you want ’em dead? i’m rockin’ what bro say
this b+tch thick, she thicker than old bae
you not a k!lla you don’t got no say
that p+ssy buck, i’m talkin bout boulé
(hook, cp)
you was flashin’ all yo chains and watches, got them b+tches took
i just f+cked this b+tch right off the rip cause she like how i look
you a b+tch, you sittin alone, you do yo pipe up in a bush
b+tch, keep on dissin’ that’s that sh+t that gone get dude cooked
he ain’t safe in the party cause we got a .308 for the n+gga (bow)
park this b+tch on the roof, ill get out the car and wait for the n+gga (skrt)
i really used to be broke, i used to go half on an eighth with a n+gga (on god)
he wanna diss on the dead, put him in a l, we facin’ n+ggas (facin’)
sent yo lil b+tch home up in her lyft, she knew her time was up
i’m in all white fazo’s and these b+tches bet’ not catch a scuff
his b+tch all on my d+ck and in my mentions, think she tryna f+ck
n+ggas broke as h+ll and still be wolfin’ it ain’t addin’ up
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