ITS UP lyrics

[Intro]
HopOutBlick, HopOutBlick, n*gga
(Mvmbo)
HopOutBlick, HopOutBlick
Don't run 'cause you might trip, n*gga
They tryna frame me for them bodies
I'm innocent, ain't shoot nobody
That's no cap, no kizzy

[Verse]
They know we come through from different ways
And let them choppas cut
I told bro, "Turn right here, I'm jumpin' out, just stop the truck"
This n*gga talkin' to the cops, he better shut it up
He say another word, then he might get his brother touched
Big Torcher, I'm tryna jump out, let that switchy off
He died with his gun 'cause ain't get his glizzy off
We caught a n*gga on their side and took his wiggy off
I had to pop out with the switch 'cause they was gettin' off
They know if I'm gettin' in that car, I'm tryna blick some
They wasn't 'pposed to die, the bros was tryna lick some
And we went fishin' on their side and caught a big one
I run into a opp in the jails, then I'ma stick one
I catch this rap n*gga, I'm cuttin' off his tongue
His homie died, they shoulda gave up them guns
I still need a laywer, nobody gave up them funds
This n*gga told, he thought this street sh*t was fun
And I ain't worried about this case because I'm spankin' sh*t
I'm innocent, and they know that, they just framin' Blick
And dukes ask me why I'm wanted, I said, "Blame the snitch"
I know a n*gga that tried bend, No Talk flame the whip
Like, why they talkin' to the cops? That's not gangsta sh*t
I watch my Torcher pop out that cut and start bangin' sh*t
He not tough, we took his forty off his waist
And Chill caught them stomach shots
They shoulda hit him in his face
And don't make BD mad, you know he bringin' out the Drac'
We come through from different ways
Tryna get a NoChill out the way
f*ck CCK, let's start off with they head coach
pus*y, how you makin' songs? Go bend for all your dead folks
How your name Buckss? Like, where your cheese? You dead broke
Said I ain't HopOutBlick, go check the stats, must be a damn joke
We cracked the n*gga noggin
So what that mean, this n*gga head broke
And n*gga, LM4 was b*tchin', screamin' like a damn ho
That n*gga yell, "Aah, my neck", like they took off his whole throat
I think I smoke too much, shh, I seen this n*gga whole ghost
We bendin' all these n*ggas blocks, that sh*t dry, they don't post
They tryna get me through corny b*tches
They don't even got no hoes
Everytime we bang, they run, I'm startin' to think they got no poles
Think they just want sh*t on their ass
They got no money or no goals
I'm forever lit 'cause I got a name, motion and bowls
This n*gga dissin' innocent, like, besides that wreck old
We made a n*gga feel that flame, the next day the b*tch told