22Gz & Kodak Black – Up N Stuck (Instrumental) (Prod. By Yozora)

[Intro: 22Gz]
(Yozora)
Grrah, grrah
Niggas know they actin’
Stop all the cappin’
‘Fore you end up in a casket

[Chorus: 22Gz]
Got these opp niggas duckin’ (Opp niggas duckin’)
Shooter gon’ walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games ’til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil’ stepper pop Percs, get to buckin’ (Gang, gang, gang)
I’m the type to start shootin’ in public (Shootin’ in public)
Said it’s up, so it’s stuck, I’ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin’, it ain’t no discussion (Ain’t no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin’ (Blick, blick)
[Verse 1: 22Gz]
(I heard they said they on timin’)
Get a lil’ freak from the East to come line ’em
Blickies and twirlers gon’ slime ’em (Blick, blick)
Where they from? We gon’ kill they whole lineup (Kill they whole lineup)
He was lookin’ for too much attention (Too much attention)
Bet the gang get him checked off the hit list (Checked)
And them opp niggas cappin’, they know they ain’t spinnin’
So stop all that dissin’ (Them opp niggas cap)
And they stealin’ the drip, it’s ridiculous (Biting the drip)
Fell in love with them Glocks with extensions (With extensions)
With them switches (With them switches)
He keep on clickin’ ’til he stop twitchin’, glitchin’ (Boom, boom, boom)
Lift him (Lift him), drift it (Drift it)
Shooters slide through they block with a rip stick (With a rip stick)
Use the Wesson, it ain’t no ballistics (Ain’t no ballistics)
Point blank, won’t shoot from a distance

[Chorus: 22Gz & Kodak Black]
Got these opp niggas duckin’ (Opp niggas duckin’)
Shooter gon’ walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games ’til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil’ stepper pop Percs, get to buckin’ (Gang, gang, gang)
I’m the type to start shootin’ in public (Shootin’ in public)
Said it’s up, so it’s stuck, I’ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin’, it ain’t no discussion (Ain’t no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin’ (Blick, blick)
Got these opp niggas duckin’ (Opp niggas duckin’)
Shooter gon’ walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games ’til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil’ stepper pop Percs, get to buckin’ (Gang, gang, gang)
I’m the type to start shootin’ in public (Shootin’ in public)
Said it’s up, so it’s stuck, I’ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin’, it ain’t no discussion (Ain’t no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin’ (Blick, blick)
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Ayy, pull up, my mouth, chains bustin’
Come through, hop out, K’s bustin’
It ain’t nothin’ to swing your street
Yeah, he cool, but he ain’t no me
I introduced you niggas to motion
All this beef, can’t even focus
Tryin’ to be me, gotta get in action
You totin’ that fire for fashion
Got nothin’ for nobody that’s askin’
I just been handin’ out caskets
Post gangster quotes all you want for captions
In real life, you catfish
I keep woolies with a dick on ’em
I see your bitch, I’ma spit on her
He sped off, I ran out, and he fell out like Rich Homie
If he slippin’, get a mop
I get any nigga dropped
I stopped think these niggas my dogs, they just really want my spot
I drop fentanyl in the pot, remix everything with flock
I gave him everything I got, now he linkin’ up with my opps

[Chorus: 22Gz]
Got these opp niggas duckin’ (Opp niggas duckin’)
Shooter gon’ walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games ’til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil’ stepper pop Percs, get to buckin’ (Gang, gang, gang)
I’m the type to start shootin’ in public (Shootin’ in public)
Said it’s up, so it’s stuck, I’ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin’, it ain’t no discussion (Ain’t no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin’ (Blick, blick)
Got these opp niggas duckin’ (Opp niggas duckin’)
Shooter gon’ walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games ’til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil’ stepper pop Percs, get to buckin’ (Gang, gang, gang)
I’m the type to start shootin’ in public (Shootin’ in public)
Said it’s up, so it’s stuck, I’ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin’, it ain’t no discussion (Ain’t no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin’ (Blick, blick)
[Outro: 22Gz]
Gang, gang, gang
Stepper gon’ walk up, brush him
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Blick, blick, blick