Up It GMO Stax & PGF Nuk
"Up It" by GMO Stax and PGF Nuk, released in 2023, is a hip-hop track that showcases themes of resilience, ambition, and street life. The lyrics convey a sense of confidence and determination, reflecting the artists' journeys and struggles. Musically, the song features heavy bass and catchy hooks, characteristic of contemporary trap beats. Its energetic vibe has resonated with listeners, contributing to its popularity in the rap scene. The collaboration highlights the rising voices in the genre, emphasizing authenticity and community. #HipHop
[Intro]
(Drip)
(Turn me up, Trad)
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
You don't blow that bitch, don't up it (Don't up it)
Me and my niggas, we uppin' (Uppin')
Me and my niggas, we clutchin' (Clutchin')
Dodgin' death like it's nothin'
You and your niggas keep gettin' killed, y'all still ain't went and slid yet
Ask the opps, them niggas know, every time they came, we slid back
Thirty, fifty, sixties, and hundreds
'Bout five hundred in this striker, niggas know they ass in trouble
Certified tweaker, text the opps and tell 'em that I'm comin' (On my way)
Or pop out like, "Surprise," have 'em like, "Who put pressure on us?"
Fuck some homework, I'm tryna pop out and go stretch somethin', who got a check on 'em?
Pay me half right now and he won't live to see the next morning
[Interlude: PGF Nuk]
Go, go, he won't see the next morning
It's Nuk, go, go
[Verse 2: PGF Nuk]
Niggas scared when they see us, uh, they know that we kill shit
We do real shit, even with that gun, boy, you still bitch
I just spent a hundred K, yeah, Nuk, I'm still rich
Yeah, he still sick, a lot of niggas ain't gon' feel this
Tie him up like a piece of paper, fuckin' hater
For his liquor, he need chaser, I'm up like the elevator
See you later, bitch (Bitch)
He ain't takin' shit (Shit)
But this four-nick'
Glock came with a switch, all we do is blick
Real killers, I know real niggas, we don't play around
Real drillers, I know real hitters that'll lay you down
Scratch off 'cause she love the sound (Skrrt), this dick a hundred thou'
She ain't got no money or no credit, gotta move around
We get blicks and ride around ('Round), bitch, I'm from the town
Up this bitch, they gettin' down (Gettin' down), Nuk be gettin' down
On the opps, yeah, yeah, on the opps
Nuk be slidin' nonstop, we not worried 'bout the opps
(Drip)
(Turn me up, Trad)
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
You don't blow that bitch, don't up it (Don't up it)
Me and my niggas, we uppin' (Uppin')
Me and my niggas, we clutchin' (Clutchin')
Dodgin' death like it's nothin'
You and your niggas keep gettin' killed, y'all still ain't went and slid yet
Ask the opps, them niggas know, every time they came, we slid back
Thirty, fifty, sixties, and hundreds
'Bout five hundred in this striker, niggas know they ass in trouble
Certified tweaker, text the opps and tell 'em that I'm comin' (On my way)
Or pop out like, "Surprise," have 'em like, "Who put pressure on us?"
Fuck some homework, I'm tryna pop out and go stretch somethin', who got a check on 'em?
Pay me half right now and he won't live to see the next morning
[Interlude: PGF Nuk]
Go, go, he won't see the next morning
It's Nuk, go, go
[Verse 2: PGF Nuk]
Niggas scared when they see us, uh, they know that we kill shit
We do real shit, even with that gun, boy, you still bitch
I just spent a hundred K, yeah, Nuk, I'm still rich
Yeah, he still sick, a lot of niggas ain't gon' feel this
Tie him up like a piece of paper, fuckin' hater
For his liquor, he need chaser, I'm up like the elevator
See you later, bitch (Bitch)
He ain't takin' shit (Shit)
But this four-nick'
Glock came with a switch, all we do is blick
Real killers, I know real niggas, we don't play around
Real drillers, I know real hitters that'll lay you down
Scratch off 'cause she love the sound (Skrrt), this dick a hundred thou'
She ain't got no money or no credit, gotta move around
We get blicks and ride around ('Round), bitch, I'm from the town
Up this bitch, they gettin' down (Gettin' down), Nuk be gettin' down
On the opps, yeah, yeah, on the opps
Nuk be slidin' nonstop, we not worried 'bout the opps
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