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6ixbuzz - Up & Down (feat. Pressa, Houdini) (Official Music Video)
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6ixbuzz
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Pressa
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
6ixbuzz
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Composer
Houdini
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Quinton Gardner
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci linear pattern match my kick
She got them big ol' titties to match her hip
And my **** better ride, you get pitched
She want love when Pressa need a brick
[Verse 2]
He tried to slide, unfortunate, his hammer glitched
I'm makin' all this money, now I feel like Mitch
I couldn't care about a **** or a bitch
I couldn't leave the trap, I'd miss a whole lotta nips
[Verse 3]
And all features, I'ma buy it, on my wrist
Ordinary block boy just a little bit from rich
Put that thirty in the glock, now we walkin' with a stick
And trap house, it got bad, boss Pressa he got bit
[Verse 4]
Feels good I don't gotta see my lawyer
Still with the shits, you know I'm still tryna avoid her
I know they mad 'cause a **** crossed the border
He been sittin' on that pack, call that kid a little hoarder
[Verse 5]
He called me a drug dealer, call me Richie Porter
Shootin' no forward, ball like Jalen Poyser
Trap house borin' but we still placin' orders
Quarter brick, half a brick feel like OG, ay, ay
[Verse 6]
Trappin' my genetics, them trips, I won't regret it
Real grains, no pellet, free my fellow felons
Drop top on Sunset, lil' bitch can't get in
Even **** upset, Valentino steppin'
Got two in my cup, with two grams in my blunt
Dare a **** try some, hot shit make him run
They ain't even up, movin' like they be up
I can't trust a bitch or can't trust a slut
She up on the kid, she can't get enough
Like glue, move it stuck, got wassas in the cut
You say money don't buy love, shoutout the plug, still give me one
Don't make you feel like you put me on
I still got it on my own
[Verse 7]
My opps ain't a problem, my shooters on parole
My **** in jail cells, bad bitches answer phones
That **** on fire, like stop, drop and roll
You want a boatload but can't even drive a boat
Remind me of Redd Foxx, put 'em on the redbox
**** pulled up on me, almost shot me by the greenbox
Ooh, we was talkin'  trappin', turn down when the stove hot
They was talkin' sit down and sit down like my grandpa
Sit down like my Lola, best against a Lola
And I'm Filipino but I ain't goin' back home, yeah
Shooters they go on ya, shooters they all on ya
And my grandma said don't trust ****, they go code red
I'm that **** they wanna know
Trap house with double phones, used to get it in by the low
Bricks are high in the low if you really know what I mean
Trap house runnin' like Krispy Kreme
I'm a vampire, need to feed, he gon' vomit when he breathe
The opps they gon' bleed and just bleed
Headshot on the scene
Yeah, he miskeen
Yeah, my woody's on debris
Written by: 6ixbuzz, Houdini, Quinton Gardner

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