GUN UP lyrics

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
b*tch if you run up get gun up you know what it is
Semi automatic takin shots like a swish
Balenciaga I got red bottles my kicks
If I'm in yo hood then you know I'm hittin licks
b*tch I'm a dog I go mean
See my uzi that's my choppa [?] machine
Merk yo best friend then I shoot up yo whole team
Feel like christmas cause my lasers red and green
See me skirt off in the whip with my [?] off the grip
Uno Jeremiah cause my trap phone gone flip
Always got the Glocks and I'm down to throw fists
If a n*gga wanna try me I ain't never catch ya b*tch
Got .44's on my side though
n*gga gettin lit up by my lil bro
It's a drive by in the whip I'm in the Tahoe
We just loaded with the ammo yeah we rеload
Like got the straps I leavе em no rematch
I just smoked a n*gga like we are bout to match
I already f*cked yo hoe and I just passed her back
I just re-did the b*tch like a master track

[Verse 2: KILL STACY]
I just digged down yo shawty you [?] then I clap
Show no respect pull up bust at yo back
Bullets cut like katana so deep through a rat
Think I'm cappin come catch it I'm shootin out fast
b*tch it's Crow Life for no life I'm takin that sh*t
If it [?]
[?] shawty I sip
Bust my nut and I'm off and lil b*tch got a [?]
Why these n*ggas talkin like they [?] nothin
I can't love no hoe I gotta go after I f*ck em
Only [?]
Rest in piece [?] rest in piece my n*gga sully
[?] with that skully
Take that [?] dummy
And my girl a spoiled brat she just like me she need them hundreds
[?] huntin
[Verse 3: 83HADES]
Got a new f*ckin Glock clean him with the mop
Imma drop down quick Imma hit his spot
Run up in the night choppa gonna rip his top
And I sell a lot of pack at the parkin lot
Police wanna shut me down cause I'm sellin crop
Imma pull up on yo b*tch f*ck her non stop
Catch him down bad just might have to pop out
If he reach for his belt Imma gun him down
I just f*cked on yo hoe put nut in her mouth
Got 12 dippin from me fill them bricks in my couch
Gotta whole bunch of cash man f*ck bank accounts
Imma pull up on your set now with the shooter out
Think I needa gucci belt just to hold my pants up
No you b*tches want smoke hit em with the cancer
Hollow tips comin [?] I turn him to a dancer
Tired of your thot had to up the f*ckin standards

[Outro: .223Jerm, KILL STACY & 83HADES]
Run-Run-Run up get gun up you know what it is
Semi automatic takin shots like a swish
Balenciaga I got red bottles my kicks
If I'm in yo hood then you know I'm hittin licks

I just digged down yo shawty you [?] then I clap
Show no respect pull up bust at yo back
Bullets cut like katana so deep through a rat
Think I'm cappin come catch it I'm shootin out fast
Got a new f*ckin Glock clean him with the mop
Imma drop down quick Imma hit his spot
Run up in the night choppa gonna rip his top
And I sell a lot of pack at the parkin lot