USDA - Get It Up lyrics

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Get it up niggas, get it up

On the road to riches I'm a get it up

My grind is relentless I'm a get it up

My shine is ridiculous I'm a get it up

I'm a get it up, I'm a get it up

Fresh out the box like a pair of nike airs it's slick

For the green like sebastian telfair

The shields in this bitch

We seek and destroy

Your boy got a mind like sigman freud see the lawyers and the haters got me paranoid

But I see the finish line so I'm going for it we the streets choice,

We don't need no awards

You can clip the wings and we still gon soar

U lame as niggas ain't spittin for shit dump truck niggas you garbage pale kids

Got my swisha in my hand and my 5th on tuck

One thing on my mind and that's gettin it up

Got money to the ceiling

Bags full of white

Strapped young gizzle?

You goddamn right

Snitch this week better think twice

Even 3 times cause I bust mine

I'm a get it up I'm a get it in

Homie came through when he cashed out 10

26's now ridin on thangs

Straight to the spot I ran through the change

The 100's and them 50's homie

Ain't shit new the whole task force know me

Keep a sack yea the whole hood on me

It ain't all bad but it ain't all good homie

Me and slick pulla bball sting fyi we tote them things

Parked lambo then I hopped in a rarri hopped out a rarri then I hopped in a bent.

Brought a 100 thousand with me all that spent now I'm standing round like where that went

Now gt stil blowin my dro I'm a get it in make it cost some more

Stackin to the ceiling dog

Bird in your backyard

Fuck the safe deposit dog

The fans tryna take it all

Niggas still foldin money

I ain't even holdin money

I been left the trap and them niggas still owe me money

Still gettin it up I'm tryna get up

But it's hard to leave the streets b4 a nigga fucked up

Money ain't the root of evil it's the love of that motherfucker

3 the hard way stick together like blood brothers

Family come fore everything one twenty for the pledge

We speak for the real niggas

If I'm lyin them I'm falling dead b4 I be broke receiving death or them cuffs I'm going all out cause I'm tryna get it up

Me and slick pulla bball sting FYI we tote them things

FYI We tote them things