Come Up
What's yo come up like? (Pussy)
I was down bad in them trenches
Eatin Ramen noodles with the gangstas
All star athlete who still be on the benches
What's yo come up like? (Bitch)
Aye, you ain't had to grind like this, just to shine like me
Now I got it like that, I was down on my dick started throwin up Gs
Like what's yo come up like?
Mama kicked me out no goin home (No goin home)
Ran up them bands I called my blood and hit the road (Hit the road)
Fuck all them OGs had to get this on our own (On our own)
You want some smoke? I got some bullets for ya throat (Boom, boom, boom)
Aim the choppas lat dat dat it's at ya dome (BLTTT)
I took a half a zip and turnt it to a bow (To a bow)
I swear I cried I prayed to God I felt alone (Felt alone)
Better watch yo back out in these streets shit can get cold
Better watch yo back, ain't a damn thing worth more than your life
I was out on the block I remember them nights
Ain't no strap I remember the fright
I had a real struggle remember the fight
When I was 14 almost took my own life
And now I pull up to the parties with paparazzi
Just to make sure that you look at me right
They gettin so mad they seein me take all these planes and all a these flights
I'm steppin on stage all you see is the lights
You chill with the ice I be with the vikes
Oo yea, Cali touch down really changed my life
I met up wit Swipe and to keep It 100 that shit was aite
Had to keep this shit pushing and set my own price
What's yo come up like? (Pussy)
I was down bad in them trenches
Eatin Ramen noodles with the gangstas
All star athlete who still be on the benches
What's yo come up like? (Bitch)
Aye, you ain't had to grind like this, just to shine like me
Now I got it like that, I was down on my dick started throwin up Gs
Like what's yo come up like?
Mama kicked me out no goin home (No goin home)
Ran up them bands I called my blood and hit the road (Hit the road)
Fuck all them OGs had to get this on our own (On our own)
You want some smoke? I got some bullets for ya throat (Boom, boom, boom)
Aim the choppas lat dat dat it's at ya dome (BLTTT)
I took a half a zip and turnt it to a bow (To a bow)
I swear I cried I prayed to God I felt alone (Felt alone)
Better watch yo back out in these streets shit can get cold
I wake up early
I check my phone put on my clothes I get to workin
By the time they chirp, when I hear them birds they wanna murk me
Had to cross my T's and I throw my Bs my stripes I earned em
If you wanna cross me then we get white Ts we done call that murder
And I'm on that drive where the shit get live and the shit get hectic
Ion sneak diss in none of my songs ya'll get the message
By the time she call I'll be in my draws she was in my mentions
Tryna sip my lean, she tryna make a scene, she just want attention
And I got on polo I got on Gucci and I might cop Fendi
I feel like mix matching just to do it when I feel like flexin
I feel the vibe wit my lil shawty that bitch look sexy
I got two glicks and I came to ride just to get them extras
What's yo come up like? (Pussy)
I was down bad in them trenches
Eatin Ramen noodles with the gangstas
All star athlete who still be on the benches
What's yo come up like? (Bitch)
Aye, you ain't had to grind like this, just to shine like me
Now I got it like that, I was down on my dick started throwin up Gs
Like what's yo come up like?
Mama kicked me out no goin home (No goin home)
Ran up them bands I called my blood and hit the road (Hit the road)
Fuck all them OGs had to get this on our own (On our own)
You want some smoke? I got some bullets for ya throat (Boom, boom, boom)
Aim the choppas lat dat dat it's at ya dome (BLTTT)
I took a half a zip and turnt it to a bow (To a bow)
I swear I cried I prayed to God I felt alone (Felt alone)
Better watch yo back out in these streets shit can get cold
I was down bad in them trenches
Eatin Ramen noodles with the gangstas
All star athlete who still be on the benches
What's yo come up like? (Bitch)
Aye, you ain't had to grind like this, just to shine like me
Now I got it like that, I was down on my dick started throwin up Gs
Like what's yo come up like?
Mama kicked me out no goin home (No goin home)
Ran up them bands I called my blood and hit the road (Hit the road)
Fuck all them OGs had to get this on our own (On our own)
You want some smoke? I got some bullets for ya throat (Boom, boom, boom)
Aim the choppas lat dat dat it's at ya dome (BLTTT)
I took a half a zip and turnt it to a bow (To a bow)
I swear I cried I prayed to God I felt alone (Felt alone)
Better watch yo back out in these streets shit can get cold
Better watch yo back, ain't a damn thing worth more than your life
I was out on the block I remember them nights
Ain't no strap I remember the fright
I had a real struggle remember the fight
When I was 14 almost took my own life
And now I pull up to the parties with paparazzi
Just to make sure that you look at me right
They gettin so mad they seein me take all these planes and all a these flights
I'm steppin on stage all you see is the lights
You chill with the ice I be with the vikes
Oo yea, Cali touch down really changed my life
I met up wit Swipe and to keep It 100 that shit was aite
Had to keep this shit pushing and set my own price
What's yo come up like? (Pussy)
I was down bad in them trenches
Eatin Ramen noodles with the gangstas
All star athlete who still be on the benches
What's yo come up like? (Bitch)
Aye, you ain't had to grind like this, just to shine like me
Now I got it like that, I was down on my dick started throwin up Gs
Like what's yo come up like?
Mama kicked me out no goin home (No goin home)
Ran up them bands I called my blood and hit the road (Hit the road)
Fuck all them OGs had to get this on our own (On our own)
You want some smoke? I got some bullets for ya throat (Boom, boom, boom)
Aim the choppas lat dat dat it's at ya dome (BLTTT)
I took a half a zip and turnt it to a bow (To a bow)
I swear I cried I prayed to God I felt alone (Felt alone)
Better watch yo back out in these streets shit can get cold
I wake up early
I check my phone put on my clothes I get to workin
By the time they chirp, when I hear them birds they wanna murk me
Had to cross my T's and I throw my Bs my stripes I earned em
If you wanna cross me then we get white Ts we done call that murder
And I'm on that drive where the shit get live and the shit get hectic
Ion sneak diss in none of my songs ya'll get the message
By the time she call I'll be in my draws she was in my mentions
Tryna sip my lean, she tryna make a scene, she just want attention
And I got on polo I got on Gucci and I might cop Fendi
I feel like mix matching just to do it when I feel like flexin
I feel the vibe wit my lil shawty that bitch look sexy
I got two glicks and I came to ride just to get them extras
What's yo come up like? (Pussy)
I was down bad in them trenches
Eatin Ramen noodles with the gangstas
All star athlete who still be on the benches
What's yo come up like? (Bitch)
Aye, you ain't had to grind like this, just to shine like me
Now I got it like that, I was down on my dick started throwin up Gs
Like what's yo come up like?
Mama kicked me out no goin home (No goin home)
Ran up them bands I called my blood and hit the road (Hit the road)
Fuck all them OGs had to get this on our own (On our own)
You want some smoke? I got some bullets for ya throat (Boom, boom, boom)
Aim the choppas lat dat dat it's at ya dome (BLTTT)
I took a half a zip and turnt it to a bow (To a bow)
I swear I cried I prayed to God I felt alone (Felt alone)
Better watch yo back out in these streets shit can get cold
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Writer(s): Dylan Estep
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