Get It Up lyrics by Peezy, CrudChapo
Verse 1: CrudChapo
It was the gym or the block, I went straight to the spot
Bought a ? and bought a pot, and went straight to the top
Why you tryna come around? You close to my opp
Let me catch your ass with him, bet the chop won’t stop
I ain’t talking to you niggas, you know ? killers
My music target the dealers, ? no pistol
We gon’ sharpen the issue, you niggas softer than tissue
I know ? your head, but in the coffen, they miss you
My presi black face, yeah, it’s for my people
If the dope no good, they still gon’ call, ‘cause how I treat them
It’s some niggas who should be next to me, but wе ain’t speaking
? talk to me, til they seen mе eating
Trapping off this phone, without it, I’d be nothing
Told that bitch to go, without me, she’d be ?
She ain’t know me when I was broke, it’s the money that she loving
But all the times I ? I wouldn’t tell if I was bugging
Chorus: CrudChapo
All them nights I was down, I had to get it up
I ain’t never had no big homie to lift me up
Now I hit the mall with cash, ‘bout 50 tucked
All this money on the floor, I can’t get enough
All them nights I was down, I had to get it up
I ain’t never had no big homie to lift me up
Now I hit the mall with cash, ‘bout 50 tucked
All this money on the floor, I can’t get enough
Verse 2: Peezy
Count a hundred K in small bills, now my hands tired
I just turned down a pint of Wok, and let my mans buy it
Told my nigga hurry up and tturn, I see a van behind us
Man, that nigga know he pure pussy, he need a pantie liner
Thought I was gon’ die selling dope, til I found rap
Said you paid what for that what? That shit sound cap
I’m so fucking high, somebody show me where the ground at
Talking to the ?, where I’m from, we don’t allow that
I just sold a brick on Jefferson, where ? at
Made half a million last year, I’m scared to file taxes
Heard they got the ? 17, I’m finna fly to Texas
Eveery fucking week I’m up at Gary, buying another necklace
I told my niggas quit playing, it’s time to apply pressure
I just said fuck the hellcat, I’m tryna buy a tesla
Got a mixed bitch straight out of Cali, and she bisexual
Hit his top up close range, now his ass a vegetable
Chorus: CrudChapo
All them nights I was down, I had to get it up
I ain’t never had no big homie to lift me up
Now I hit the mall with cash, ‘bout 50 tucked
All this money on the floor, I can’t get enough
All them nights I was down, I had to get it up
I ain’t never had no big homie to lift me up
Now I hit the mall with cash, ‘bout 50 tucked
All this money on the floor, I can’t get enough
