fuckitup! (feat. pkmadeit)

(Chorus: pkmadeit)

I got a Glock on me, bitch, I ain't fighting

Twitter fingers, I'm not with the typing

We'll pull up, bitch, we always about it

Twitter fingers, I'm not with the typing

Gang gang, screaming "gang, gang"

They gone play us, I swear it's gone bang

L462, bitch, I'm screaming "it's love for my brothas"

You know that that's never gone change

Don't give a fuck 'bout that beat

Bitch, I'll creep down your street with that 30 on me

I'mma blast it

I was a young hitter coming up out the trenches

I always kept me a ratchet

Fuck the bullshit, and fuck the talking

You bitches be pussy, you not 'bout that action

If I pull up, I'm blowing this bitch

I want all the smoke and I want all that action

Fuck it up

(Verse 1: Vinny)

Yeah

Flipping them off while I'm ripping in the studio

Ain't getting me to stop when I'm sippin' Don Julio

And take you by your shirt, make you hurt

Ain't it beautiful?

Then send you on a round trip to Budapest

A fool, yo, you gotta be to

Step to me on a beat so wicked

And when I stand there pulling out my dick, you better lick it

I can't believe that the P wanna kick it

A miracle we hopping on the beat, and that's the ticket

It'll take a lot to get by me

And that's why a faggot will never be 'side me

I got the (for real)

Drip like a tsunami

And every line that I spit do define me

But, you?

You will never defy me

Step up to me, you will never see kindly

A step up from me is just something devine

And to catch up to speed is a heavenly grind

(Yeah, issa)

Issa heavenly grind for sure

A competitor's not a second of my time no more

'Cause if I let 'em in, it's evident that I am home

So they should know I'm not to meddle with

What I have shown is that

My ability to get past is mental

Even if it means I'm leaving a crack in your dental

And I told 'em to get the fuck out the way of my pencil

I swear that y'all be looking for a reason to get sent to (honestly)

Another place that is far from here

And what was that? Say again?

It's hard to hear

I can barely even see any of y'all from here

You best bet I'm never receiving a call from fear

So, remember my name

Remember KV be a part of the game

(Yeah, yeah)

Know that we aren't the same

And know I stay calm when alarming the lames, yo

(Chorus: pkmadeit & 𝘉7𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱)

I got a Glock on me, bitch, I ain't fighting

Twitter fingers, I'm not with the typing

We'll pull up, bitch, we always about it

Twitter fingers, I'm not with the typing

Gang gang, screaming "gang, gang"

They gone play us, I swear it's gone bang

L462, bitch, I'm screaming "it's love for my brothas"

You know that that's never gone change

Don't give a fuck 'bout that beat

Bitch, I'll creep down your street with that 30 on me

I'mma blast it

(30 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵)

(𝘞𝘰𝘰, 𝘸𝘰𝘰)

I was a young hitter coming up out the trenches

I always kept me a ratchet

(K𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵)

Fuck the bullshit, and fuck the talking

You bitches be pussy, you not 'bout that action

If I pull up, I'm blowing this bitch

I want all the smoke and I want all that action

Fuck it up

(Verse 2: B7shop)

Yo, aye

Keep coming with it

I ain't stopping until everyone is finished

Out here shopping for features, 100 digits

Discount time, cause everyone can get it

You hear tons of crickets when you rap

My beats bump the subs that sit in the back

The trunk is stuffed with heat, just relax

You must be dumb if you thinking I can snap

Flow switch, oh shit, it's random

Folks get so pissed, they throwin' a tantrum

Note to go with, oh, this the anthem

Think it's ghostwritten? No is the answer

Groping for answers, you belong to the streets

If you think it's funny or something when you ain't talking to me

Because if"money or nothing" for you is all it can be

Then when her friend is introduced, I knew it's all that I need

Get onto your knees, nobody can hate on me

It's the B-seven-shizzle to the H-O-P

I parade on these, half of you can't stay on beat

I get a feature but I pay no fee

'Cause I stay OG, you G-O away

Typically it's a yes, but it's a no today

'Cause I know the way, and it's not with you

I'm sick, and you motherfuckers is not immune

I will barbeque all you others with soft tissue

Any second, I'll demolish you

I'm watching you struggling with drugs and narcotic use

Continue? You do not refuse

I can't rock with you, I ain't riding

Know that I'm on fire, no way to describe it

Cooling off a bit, you know I done tried it

Tryna pull up on me? I won't like it, cause

(Chorus: pkmadeit & 𝘉7𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱)

I got a Glock on me, bitch, I ain't fighting (𝘉7𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱)

Twitter fingers, I'm not with the typing (𝘞𝘰𝘰)

We'll pull up, bitch, we always about it

Twitter fingers, I'm not with the typing

Gang gang, screaming "gang, gang"

They gone play us, I swear it's gone bang

L462, bitch, I'm screaming "it's love for my brothas"

You know that that's never gone change

Don't give a fuck 'bout that beat

Bitch, I'll creep down your street with that 30 on me

I'mma blast it

I was a young hitter coming up out the trenches

I always kept me a ratchet

Fuck the bullshit, and fuck the talking

You bitches be pussy, you not 'bout that action

If I pull up, I'm blowing this bitch

I want all the smoke and I want all that action

Fuck it up

(Verse 3: pkmadeit)

They gone hate 'cause we runnin' it up

And my shawty stay in the cut

I ain't from Milwaukee, but I stay ballin

Really ballin, I stay with these bucks

I keep a stick on me, iced up like hockey, that money my puck

I tell my brothers that we're never broke again

They try test me, I'll light this bitch up