Shoot It Up

This Perc got me flowin', but to you make you blind (you global now) (Ooh, Dilla) Hoodbaby, shoot it up, shoot it up Hoodbaby, shoot it up, shoot it up (woo) The rollie Febreze I need a bag, lil' key A playa don't tell the streets You try, gon' fuck up the streets The water on my neck make me geesh My chop got somewhere to be (my chop) Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (the top) I got that slime disease (okay, let's go) I'm with some bottom boys, they from outside I'm a real cutter, boy, I keep that iron The bag on value, it look like a dime Fuck my ex, she full of lies I flex on that bitch every motherfuckin' time See all ones watch 'em pop out the side Shoot up the cars, the window, no tires Send that boy to choke it, they geeked up on the Wi-Fi They Bruce Lee choppin', they take down don data 50 thousand on his head, them a whole lot of dollars Shank him down myself, I promise I ain't gotta pay a rapper Bags out Shawty throw that ass, now she tryna come up and cash out (hoodbaby) Before I hit the club I tell them folks I need my bag now (respectfully) Eight-ball shootin' out the Glock, it's like a cannon (you dig?) And that VVS's, baguettes, yeah, they dancin' The rollie Febreze I need a bag, lil' key A playa don't tell the streets You try, gon' fuck up the streets The water on my neck make me geesh My chop got somewhere to be (my chop) Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (the top) I got that slime disease (okay, let's go) I'm with some bottom boys, they from outside I'm a real cutter, boy, I keep that iron The bag on value, it look like a dime Fuck my ex, she full of lies I flex on that bitch every motherfuckin' time See all ones watch 'em pop out the side Shoot up the cars, the window, no tires Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up Yeah, we tossin' up on Xans Brought three felons on the tour bus (on Xans) Lil' bitch, I make her upset when I Nut on her face, that's a touch up (yeah) All hundreds on the left and fifties On the right and I'm doin' my lift ups My side bitch bag different My main bitch know that her cash different 223 sound like some adlibs (ah) We all got some racks, this the cash year (racks) Her bullet gon' dry on the cash here Come here at the safe, hide to stash here (stash) Free them guys out the chain, the drought rare Mama say I'm a headache, Advil You play on my hood and I load up the tit bottle The rollie Febreze I need a bag, lil' key A playa don't tell the streets You try, gon' fuck up the streets The water on my neck make me geesh My chop got somewhere to be (my chop) Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (the top) I got that slime disease I'm with some bottom boys, they from outside I'm a real cutter, boy, I keep that iron The bag on value, it look like a dime Fuck my ex, she full of lies I flex on that bitch every motherfuckin' time See all ones watch 'em pop out the side Shoot up the cars, the window, no tires (rrrah)