Lyrics Up Thru There - HAC DIGGY

Another one
Another one

Take em up thru there

What phat say

I'm about to

Nigga just hit for five birds

Whole lotta Hac shyt going on
Nigga know what the fucc going on

Put me on the next one

Take em up thru there
Same white 95 maxes
I ain't have shit

Selling them grams
Out my last zip

Ain't met nobody like me
I feel I'm the last him

Take em up thru there
Same white 95 maxes
I ain't have shit

Selling them grams
Out my last zip

Ain't met nobody like me
I feel I'm the last him

Can speed it up
Or slow it down

This that pressure shit
I was talking bout my dotie
But you bad bitch

Started to pop out wit my money
But dats average

Ranned up 40 quarantine
But dats past tense

So many coffins
Souls talking

Michael Jackson moon walking
Cell blocks and shiesty cops

Dead guys and funerals
Real life no return

No surrender no retreat
Hating causes I'm gifted
I can see the shit dat you can't see

Thru good times and bad times
I always try to laugh

U ask for it I ain't have it
I still made show u had it

Just think son I taught you
I'm really like yo daddy

If he ain't in Blanchard
He in allendale

Call me instagram
I follow him for real

Catch him stretch him
Halo tip bless him

Open up my notes
Add em to the zip list

Ain't neva step on nun
Dats y i don't fucc wit dem

Doing it for a name
A couple likes and some views

Umhu boo hoo
Dey ain't do shit to us
All at pryme booting up
Niggas ain't trynna fucc wit nun

Teflon red rum shiesty down with a gun

It's too late to run

Bitch come here I'm trynna fucc wit som

Button on bacc the glicc
Gotta come a equipped

Wanna see him ducc from dat

Trynna bring up old shit
Don't my flonky fucc wit dat

Put some on the news quick
Soon as my slime said stand

Better yet we gone spare em
We gone kill his mane man

Same route same plan
Juss for thinking we be playing

I was like um
What I said
Oh I remember
I was like um huh

Take em up thru there
Same white 95 maxes
I ain't have shit

Selling them grams
Out my last zip

Ain't met no body like me
I feel I'm the last him

Let me take em up thru there
Same white 95 maxes
I ain't have shit

Selling them grams
Out my last zip

Ain't met no body like me
I feel I'm the last him

Can speed it up
Or slow it done

Dis dat pressure shit
I was talking bout my dotie
But you bad bitch

Started to pop out wit my money
But dats average

Ranned up 40 quarantine
But dats past tense

So many coffins

Souls talking

Michael Jackson moon walking

Cell blocks n shiesty cops

Dead guys n funerals

Real life no return

No surrender no retreat

Hating causes I'm gifted
I can see the shit dat you can't see

Thru good times and bad times
I always try to laugh

U ask for it I ain't have it
I still made show u had it

Just think son I taught you
I'm really like yo pappy