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saucy santana - if it’s up lyrics

[intro]
(tre trax, i think we got one, haha) (ooh)
yeah, yeah
n+ggas be goin’ beast mode and sh+t
i’m finna go gorilla though
(it’s trax season bruh)

[verse 1]
i pick up backends, b+tch (backend baby)
you pick up pay checks sis (hoo)
i like crips, but it can get bl++dy (crip)
with your mouth, you better watch that diss
i feel like i’m the sh+t (yeah)
rollie, rollie, hittin’ right on my wrist (rollie)
got beef? then step into the light (light)
you b+tches all bark no bite (rrr)
just me, b+tch, i be wylin’ (wylin’)
pimpin’ n+ggas like megan thee stallion (pimp a n+gga)
new day, new n+gga
money gettin’ bigger
broke boys don’t bring figures (hoo)
all black, b+tch, i be mobbin’ (mobbin’)
solo batman, no robin
don’t push, i’m a k!ller
wake up the thriller
always bout my skrilla (hoo)

[chorus]
if it’s up, then it’s stuck (then it’s stuck)
talkin’ tough? b+tch, knuck if you buck (hoo)
i ain’t come to play around
run through your crew and lay that motherf+cker down
my hand’s itching, try your luck (try your luck)
a firecracker, b+tch, i’m guaranteed to bust (‘teed to bust)
i ain’t come to play around
run through your crew and lay that motherf+cker down

[verse 2]
act up when you see me (b+tch, act up)
real life, no tv (nah)
oh, you blind? hey stevie (blind)
b+tch, i ain’t playin’, no kiki
ballin’ on hoes, scorin’ on n+ggas
throwin’ it back, he keep bustin’ them triggers
hood with the hilfiger, boujie with chanel
birds on the way, bricks on the scale
it’s a l!ck at the door, let him come in
sn+tchin’ his soul, won’t see him again
is you gon’ ride? time only tells
time wait for no man, i’ma wish you well
step in my ring, watch and see
line it up hoes, one, two, three
fine as wine, thick as a thief
handlin’ issues, ain’t coppin’ no plea

[chorus]
if it’s up, then it’s stuck (then it’s stuck)
talkin’ tough? b+tch, knuck if you buck (hoo)
i ain’t come to play around
run through your crew and lay that motherf+cker down
(boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo)
my hand’s itching, try your luck (try your luck)
a firecracker, b+tch, i’m guaranteed to bust (‘teed to bust)
i ain’t come to play around
run through your crew and lay that motherf+cker down

[outro]
yeah
n+ggas really don’t motherf+ckin’ know me
y’all n+ggas act like y’all ’bout that action but i’m really ’bout my motherf+ckin’ issue
stop playin’ with a real b+tch
actually, stop playin’ with a real n+gga
gang, gang sh+t, b+tch!
(tre trax, i think we got one, haha)
(it’s trax season bruh)

- saucy santana lyrics

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