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.223Jerm — GUN UP
Artist: → .223Jerm
.223Jerm — GUN UP — lyrics
{verse 1: .223jerm}
Bitch if you run up get gun up you know what it is
Semi automatic takin shots like a swish
Balenciaga i got red bottles my kicks
If i’m in yo hood then you know i’m hittin licks
Bitch i’m a dog i go mean
See my uzi that’s my choppa {?} machine
Merk yo best friend then i shoot up yo whole team
Feel like christmas cause my lasers red and green
See me skirt off in the whip with my {?} off the grip
Uno jeremiah cause my trap phone gone flip
Always got the glocks and i’m down to throw fists
If a nigga wanna try me i ain’t never catch ya bitch
Got .44’s on my side though
Nigga gettin lit up by my lil bro
It’s a drive by in the whip i’m in the {?}
We just loaded with the ammo yeah we reload
Likе got the straps i leave еm no rematch
I just smoked a nigga like we are bout to match
I already fucked yo hoe and i just passed her back
I just re-did the bitch like a master track
{verse 2: kill stacy}
I just digged down yo shawty you {?} then i clap
Show no respect pull up bust at yo back
Bullets cut like katana so deep through a rat
Think i’m cappin come catch it i’m shootin out fast
Bitches crow life for no life i’m takin that shit
If it {?}
{?} shawty i sip
Bust my nut and i’m off and lil bitch got a {?}
Why these niggas talkin like they {?} nothin
I can’t love no hoe i gotta go after i fuck em
Only {?}
Rest in piece {?} rest in piece my nigga sully
{?} with that skully
Take that {?} dummy
{?} she just like me she need them hundreds
{?} huntin
{verse 3: 83hades}
Got a new fuckin glock clean him with the mop
Imma drop down quick imma hit his spot
Run up in the night choppa gonna rip his top
And i sell a lot of pack at the parkin lot
Police wanna shut me down cause i’m sellin crop
Imma pull up on yo bitch fuck her non stop
Catch him down bad just might have to pop out
If he reach for his belt imma gun him down
I just fucked on yo hoe put nut in her mouth
Got 12 dippin from me fill them bricks in my couch
Gotta whole bunch of cash man fuck bank accounts
Imma pull up on your set now with the shooter out
Think i needa gucci belt just to hold my pants up
No you bitches want smoke hit em with the cancer
Hollow tips comin {?} turn him to a dancer
Tired of your thot had to up the fuckin standards
{outro: .223jerm, kill stacy & 83hades}
Run-run-run up get gun up you know what it is
Semi automatic takin shots like a swish
Balenciaga i got red bottles my kicks
If i’m in yo hood then you know i’m hittin licks
I just digged down yo shawty you {?} then i clap
Show no respect pull up bust at yo back
Bullets cut like katana so deep through a rat
Think i’m cappin come catch it i’m shootin out fast
Got a new fuckin glock clean him with the mop
Imma drop down quick imma hit his spot
Run up in the night choppa gonna rip his top
And i sell a lot of pack at the parkin lot
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