paroles de chanson IT'S UP (feat. Cap Jr) - SKELLA

Uh, fuck
Stop stop stop
Before your body drop, drop, drop

Boy you better stop, stop, stop
Before your body drop, drop, drop
Flex you getting robbed, robbed, robbed
Somebody getting shot, shot, shot

Boy you better stop, stop, stop
Before your body drop, drop, drop
Flex you getting robbed, robbed, robbed
Somebody getting shot, shot, shot

When it's up what you gonna do
Bitch, I'm feeling bulletproof
I'm stuck off these fucking blues
I can't feel a thing, I'm on that fuck you shit and fuck her too
I don't fuck with none of you
Better here alone just bumpin' dark sounds all night I'm in my room

Emo motherfucker with four bitches on my dick
Still a sad ass motherfucker, I might go and freeze my wrist
Shit is cold like Minnesota when I give this shit a sniff
I'll be flying way too high where I belong above you bitch

Boy you better stop, stop, stop
Before your body drop, drop, drop
Flex you getting robbed, robbed, robbed
Somebody getting shot, shot, shot
Boy you better stop, stop, stop
Before your body drop, drop, drop
Flex you getting robbed, robbed, robbed
Somebody getting shot, shot, shot
When it's up, bitch

Yeah, ya stuck bitch
On that dumb shit
Light that blunt
I got that extended dick
I got hella trappers trapping out the basement
If you want a problem nigga know it's up bitch

Rocking them Gucci stilettos
Play with me, get heavy metal
I'm fucking too fast, I let go
Foot on the gas, the pedal

I ain't letting up
I don't give two fucks
It's up, it's stuck
Gonna twist them fingers up

Yeah
I ain't gonna stop, bitch
Yeah
Yeah

I ain't gonna stop, bitch
I ain't gonna stop, bitch
I ain't gonna stop, bitch