Na$ty Nick - 1up lyrics

[Verse 1] Tablet flickin till my wrist stiffens thick skin you piff lifting shift the ice pick at the christian show the ice to his b**h then proceed chiefing supreme steez up to my tees I sink my teeth in steez keeps breaching eyes dotted in my tees cross ease please think he cold I hit the defrost toe to toe bet you he's soft these n***as dead NA$TY cold cut see him on no infrared throw the tantrum get your tamper shredded with your weak raps streets for his knee caps beats for the freaks rocking teesh scraps my flow breeze like a albo poke on stroll turn a loaf into toast when I'm hosting the f**ing show f**ing roast type of income he's making his f**ing gross adios papi's ghost in a ghost phantom never understood how the folks stand him while he's standing out alot of a**whoopings that he's handing out not a fan of clout just a lowkey n***a with dumb bucks dumb f** you f**ing run up get 1up'd [Hook] Dumb f** you f**ing run up get 1up'd (x2) [Verse 2] Bag the trees then I past it off sheet full of stickers for my n***as rip the acid off get a sample taste prolly give a man a ma**ive cough I ain;t with the thrift store riffin I hit more spliffs than b**h who*es tripping I'm stiff your different wood grain gripping psyche in a honda hype jama lights on im all black gat like it's right from Uganda still soul snatching rolling with them stolen ratchets strike like he got a bone of pa**ion he's nice not past tense birth the beat and walk away I got the ba*tard sense n***as think they ready betta ask the kid to your mammie's house is where the casket sits with the mic gripping feel like the last to sin prolly cuz I am tho when I'm on the scene these n***as scramble you acting like feine I got them grams hoe he tried to pull the MC's trigger n***a it jammed on em so I had to blam on these man hoes fans love to jam with the man's notes guess he's to corrupt try to blend in with these yung bucks so I grab the pen and write that scum stuff dumb f** you f**ing run up get 1up'd