UP! Quincey White & Styles P

[Intro]
(Quincey White)
(1 Million Spooks, billion, baby)

[Verse 1: Quincey White]
Y'all pass on all this gas, y’all see the price and now y'all freakin' out
Trigger finger fuckin’ a pussy nigga, shot eat you out
Never is my name in a rap nigga mouth when he speakin' out
So I been patiently waitin' on a sub like the teacher out
Peep this out, I'lll leave you on the scene bleedin'
Motherfuckers screamin' like a preteen seein' a Steven King screening
Look at my sixteens and tell me you don't see demons
I’m a nightmare for any dreamer, y’all seen me
You fightin' over who next out the city, that’s silly stuff
I'm bar sparrin' with Jay, Nas, and Jada' and can’t be touchеd
And don't try to dap me, if it's up, it's really up
I take thе beat, dip it in blood like video

[Chorus: Quincey White & Styles P]
(It ain't nothin' to talk about, my nigga)
Now if it's up, it's up
Don't see me in the streets and try to dap me up (Nah, we ain't doin' that)
'Cause, clearly, nigga, we ain't on that internet stuff (Nah, we ain't the type to type)
Now if it's up, it's up (Uh-uh)
Do this for the sport, who wanna fuck with us? (Who? Come on)
Seven in this bitch, the crowd pump me up (Let's go)
I'd rather not shed blood, but if it's up, it's up (I'd rather not, Lox)
Now it's up, it's up