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up it - skrilla lyrics

[intro]
b*tch, it’s nighttime, but we make it mmm
b*tch, it’s nighttime, but we make it *clap*clap*

[verse]
b*tch, it’s nighttime, but we make it thunder
b*tch, i only pop out night, b*tch, i don’t f*ck with summer
but i burn a b*tch (no, for real)
b*tch, i really run up, b*tch i really skrrt on sh*t
b*tch, i really have a n*gga on some nervous sh*t
shaking in his boots
’bout to p*ss all on yourself, boy, you p*ss in boots (n*gga dora!)
down to pop up out the v, get the glizzy loose
test the chip, make sure it’s red like trying to rape the sh*t (yeah, it’s good)
n*gga shoot the sh*t like he trying to break the b*tch
i’m just rapping, i’m just in the booth making sh*t (i’m in the hood)
but ain’t no cap in me
bucket*head my situation, i’m a rapping fiеnd
b*tch, i don’t need a feature, ain’t no rapper taxing mе (the f*ck?)
put my doggy in the booth, sh*t, he just rap for free (for real)
but we going to give it out like lime and get that quarter back
wet a n*gga, show a n*gga, i’m worth more than that (no, for real)
boy, you dumb, my feet on land, we sacked your quarterback
you got your water whacked
the way these choppers in your face, we standing over that
get on top the n*gga, just took the n*gga soul
i think it’s really gangster when you just play your role
i’m in my rabbit bag, chip me up, i like my sh*t when mine shoot rapid back
that potato chips
you know i eat them b*tches well, b*tch, i ain’t breaking for sh*t (i don’t come outside)
sh*t, i just shoot it out, sh*t, i ain’t hide my face for sh*t (without the sh*t)
i’m on some navy sh*t
i’m on some k!ll the p*ssycat, b*tch, i can’t wait for this
i’m on some eat the p*ssycat, b*tch, i can’t eat a diss (oh my god!)
sh*t, i can’t even miss
sh*t, it’s three shots in one, how could i even miss? (what the f*ck?)
how could i even diss?
i be fraud and i ain’t one of them type of rappers, bro (no, for real)
b*tch, i’m really active, come and check my status, bro (i’m official)
come and check my side, i’m outside, b*tch, i’m yeed up (my sh*t good)
if i’m lying then i’m dying, b*tch, i’m p’d up (booted up, zooted up)
dirty in my cup, b*tch, i poured a whole four in this
and this some tech, this ain’t no wock and definitely ain’t no tris
i’m a muddy man (yak!)
muddy man, i’m in the mud, b*tch, popping rubber bands
busting traps, i’m in my hood, i’m popping rubber bands
busting traps, i’m with my man and with my other man
my other man, my other man, trying to k!ll your other man (the f*ck?)
and he going to get it done cause that n*gga a f*cking ram (who the f*ck is that?)

- skrilla lyrics

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