Give it up lyrics

[Chorus]
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Aim in this b*tch, got main in this b*tch
I can stay in this b*tch, I can lay in the b*tch
Two bad hoes finna lay on the di*k
No crossing with me I got blade in this b*tch
n*gga play in this sh*t, boutta fade in this b*tch
Boutta fade in this b*tch because I'm high as the f*ck
This b*tch on my di*k, she know that it's up
You not on my line cuz you know that it's up
That pistol on him, n*gga keeping it tucked
I push out the pack, ain't no mof*cking book
He got him some packs now he thinking he us
n*ggas be soft, now that's tough
I'm in the A like the mof*cking bluff
n*ggas be stuck on the game, needa give that sh*t up

[Verse 1]
n*ggas be hating, b*tches be waiting
This loud car like I [?]
I cook up the pack and I ship to LA
Don't try me because you know that you ain't
I walk across the water like [?]
She said that she wanna f*ck but I can't
No lie baby how I'm lit
No lie baby how I'm living, it's crazy
I'm serving the pack like we back in the 80s
I drip so hard man I shoulda been Dre
Seen these hoes like a n*gga was Drake
My car got a tint you can't see in my face
Diamonds so wet I don't go out the place
Not taking advice, so f*ck what you say
I got a couple racks in the safe
[Chorus]
Aim in this b*tch, got main in this b*tch
I can stay in this b*tch, I can lay in the b*tch
Two bad hoes finna lay on the di*k
No crossing with me I got blade in this b*tch
n*gga play in this sh*t, boutta fade in this b*tch
Boutta fade in this b*tch because I'm high as the f*ck
This b*tch on my di*k, she know that it's up
You not on my line cuz you know that it's up
That pistol on him, n*gga keeping it tucked
I push out the pack, ain't no mof*cking book
He got him some packs now he thinking he us
n*ggas be soft, now that's tough
I'm in the A like the mof*cking bluff
n*ggas be stuck on the game, needa give that sh*t up

[Verse 2]
f*ck around, light up a VIP
f*ck around, empty the clip
Better go back to your b*tch
I cannot play with this sh*t
But I can pay for some sh*t
n*ggas be hating and sh*t
I don't pay em no sh*t
He be paying this sh*t
And I'm making this sh*t
How you flex on me, it's not making no sense
Big 4-0 but it make you tip
Sipping lean at the park with my b*tch
I'll pop a n*gga like a mof*cking zit
And I'm popping Xans baby and the mof*cking hit
Just got outta the jam in this sh*t
You a stupid dude if you think you the sh*t
Kill one of yall when I'm popping my sh*t
Look out the back of the car, let it hit
I'm in this Prada [?]
[Chorus]
Aim in this b*tch, got main in this b*tch
I can stay in this b*tch, I can lay in the b*tch
Two bad hoes finna lay on the di*k
No crossing with me I got blade in this b*tch
n*gga play in this sh*t, boutta fade in this b*tch
Boutta fade in this b*tch because I'm high as the f*ck
This b*tch on my di*k, she know that it's up
You not on my line cuz you know that it's up
That pistol on him, n*gga keeping it tucked
I push out the pack, ain't no mof*cking book
He got him some packs now he thinking he us
n*ggas be soft, now that's tough
I'm in the A like the mof*cking bluff
n*ggas be stuck on the game, needa give that sh*t up
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