If it’s up there it’s stuck there lyrics

(Intro)
You already know what it is Dmoney on the track finna fold y’all pus*y n*ggas the raw way
Oooh Dmoney on the beat
Oh yeah chris

(Chorus)

If it’s up there then it’s stuck there

Bad b*tch spent 2 thousand on some new hair

Money look like big blocks I should build stairs

They on Instagram hating but I don’t really care

If it’s up there then it’s stuck there

Bad b*tch spent 2 thousand on some new hair

Money look like big blocks I should build stairs

They on Instagram hating but I don’t really care

(Verse 1)

Ok if it’s up there then it’s stuck there

n*gga tryna play me boy yеah I wouldn’t dare

I’m out here countin big stacks monеy everywhere

n*gga say meet me somewhere then he do show

Pull to his crib kick down the door

Pull up to yo trap like the police

I’m telling everybody get down on they f*cking knees

I tell Zae run down he gone do it

Big 30 on me n*gga I’m gone shoot it (pow pow pow)

Pull up to yo block and I want leave

When I see that n*gga make sure that his family grieve

I’m a real one kill yo cousin be at the funeral

I’ll pop out of his casket make his family bleed

I’ll beat the pus*y up just all me creed

When it come down to this rap sh*t ima beast

Yo girl gone chew me up like it’s a f*cking feast

(Chorus)

If it’s up there then it’s stuck there

Bad b*tch spent 2 thousand on some new hair

Money look like big blocks I should build stairs

They on Instagram hating but I don’t really care

If it’s up there then it’s stuck there

Bad b*tch spent 2 thousand on some new hair

Money look like big blocks I should build stairs

They on Instagram hating but I don’t really care

(Verse 2)

Man these n*ggas talkin down I can’t have it

If you ain’t talking money you cappin

You must forgot that I’m really still savage

Stop playing with these f*cking tricks silly rabbit

Pockets big and fat look like some cabbage

If that n*gga snitching then I can’t work with em

Matter of fact lil n*gga I can’t f*ck with em

I got a choppa in my hand kill you with the Semi

Glock got a drum on that b*tch it hold like 50

Me and zae in the back with them 4 nickels

We so reckless kill a n*gga in the hospital

Smoking on these drugs n*gga I can’t feel my face

I really hope this f*cking weed wasn’t really laced

If I let them shots off you running like a cowered

Balling on you b*tch ass n*ggas like Dwight Howrd

(Outro)

It’s just me horn and KB in this b*tch chillin you know

Sippin lean and f*cking on y’all hoes