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ty stackz - gwittup (ft. liik bezzy) lyrics

(gang!)
(regular gwitt n-gga, you know what’s up with me)
(liik bezzy and lil gwitt w-ssup?)

(1st verse, ty stackz)
lemme tell you bout this youngin’ he a quiet steppa’
(facts)
ever since i dropped blueface you know i’m bout my cheddar, aye!
tweakin’ off the sour, think i’m meditating
money coming, i got h-lla patience
(on gang!)
make a move that’s funny, go, ain’t hesitatin’
free the guys, we stay paper chasin’
(let’s free the gang!)
racing on the highway like the grand prix
(aye!)
she met justice now she sucking d-ck
(b-tch w-ssup?)
we just came up, hit a l!ck
(hit a l!ck, no cap!)
i be out here wilding with the stick
(with the stick, ahh)
shoutout to the guy’s they been the sh-t
(they been the sh-t)
i came from the bottom, it’s the trenches
(it’s the trenches)
like mula guapo i’ll go crazy with the bl!ck
(with the bl!ck, with the)
shorty came home with the gwitt
(she came man, she came man)
and she bad and boujee on her sh-t
(she on her sh-t, bad and boujee)
pop out to the projects, oh thats lil gwitt
(oh thats lil gwitt, you know whats up n-gga)
me and bezzy be poppin’ bottles, he be lit
(b-tch you know whats up)
we been chasing gwitty where you been?
(b-tch where you been?)
you ain’t on no wave so you can hop off my d-ck
(you ain’t on sh-t)
we gon’ keep spending till we sick
(skrt! skrt!)
real -ss n-gga beat ya -ss bout my b-tch
(facts!)
plottin’ on my gwitty we gon’ shoot you in yo sh-t
(uhh)
if he talkin’ crazy he get punched in his lip
(b-tch!)
n-gga tryna beef, have gang f-ck his b-tch
(aye!)
b-tch i’m from the haven never worried bout’ nothing
(203!)
claim he from the hood, lil nose dyk- stuntin’
(you ain’t, you ain’t)
i ain’t f-cking with these n-ggas cause they all act funny
n-gga claim he yo mans but be snitchin’ or sum!
(uhh)

(2nd verse, liik bezzy)
what up (?)
im the king of gwitt
(uh)
just spent six thousand on my chain i’m on my sh-t
(nah thats for real!)
you see me with b.o. just know that boy legit
(grrrrrr)
it might cost me just less than a pendant to get you hit
(lil b-tch!)
i just put all this f-cking gold in up my mouth just like a south n-gga
(like a south n-gga)
i was in the field boy, you look like a house n-gga
(n-gga)
first n-gga tried me on my breather take em out n-gga
(n-gga)
i told my momma ima miss her
(momma! choppa!)
you’ll see what this choppa bout’ n-gga
(n-gga)
i be trappin’ out my house
(gang!)
momma ain’t wann’ kick me out
(no!)
i be runnin’ in and out
i been juggin’ since a scout
(brrr since a scout!)
if a n-gga try to take my chain we gon’ take em out
(we gon’ take em out!)
heard that stratford n-gga try to diss me i just gave him clout
(lil b-tch!)
heard that b-tch wann’ f-ck with me but i just want some head
(just want some!)
whatever i do good or bad i lay in my bed
(i just lay up!)
i be out here tweakin’ n-gga like im off the meds
(like i’m off em)
i got lil gwitty in the booth we going (?)
(gang!)
i had to turn to the streets
(gang!)
im making profit, i’m trapping od
(trappin’ od!)
not off the white, i’m serving them green
(green!)
i know they tryna be who i’m gon’ be
(tryna be who i’m gon be!)
yeah i be dishing it out, i know you selling like how i be selling but bro why the h-ll you can’t get this amount?
(get this amount!)
when i got ready bro i was so ready bro two days ago i had to stick in the house
(grr!)
and they told me that somebody told on me n-gga i just can’t figure it out
(aye!)
i was in the cell going through h-ll broke as h-ll now i’m sending them out
(broke as h-ll!)
rather be in jail than a grave if i die trust my n-ggas diggin’ me out
(if i die!?)
she wann’ me loving you, you kidding me now?
i got the guap is you sh-tting me now?

gwitty!
oh that n-gga different!

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