UP NOW!
She see that I'm up now, cause I'm rockin' a bust down
My A.R. holds a hundred rounds, none of y'all bitches make a sound
Suvis so low, wow, damn they touch the fuckin' ground
Movin' on my own now, smokin' by a dro pound
Gotta move smart, move with a mask
With your bitch, not an hour pass
Tryna rewind, back in time
Back in my life when I wasn't dyin
Dreadin' day to day, almost every night
Losing my mind, lost my cycle
Lost myself, lost my title
She can love on me, I'm not her Bible
I can't save her, I'm not a disciple
Do me a favor, lick up on my 9 bolt
Trappin' in a era, where the drip is better
Fashion gettin mega, boutta rock G&P forever
Owens war torn, like a veta
Catch my fade, like a damn vendetta
Diamonds too wet, keep an umbrella
I can style in any weather, yeah, any weather
Oh, woah woah
Don't come near
I want you here
You only want me, cause you see I'm up
She see that I'm up now, cause I'm rockin' a bust down
My A.R. holds a hundred rounds, none of y'all bitches make a sound
Suvis so low, wow, damn they touch the fuckin' ground
Movin' on my own now, smokin' by a dro pound
Bags gettin larger
Dress in designer, usin' this syrup like it's armor
I'm not your father
Tryna come around cause my money, gettin taller
You've been different, actin' real bitchy
Had to go switch up, stackin' these digits
Look at my pockets, hundreds and fifties
She tryna fuck cause I'm in her city, yeah
Cut her ass off, I carry a fire
Only real ones, understand why
Understand why
Understand why
My A.R. holds a hundred rounds, none of y'all bitches make a sound
Suvis so low, wow, damn they touch the fuckin' ground
Movin' on my own now, smokin' by a dro pound
Gotta move smart, move with a mask
With your bitch, not an hour pass
Tryna rewind, back in time
Back in my life when I wasn't dyin
Dreadin' day to day, almost every night
Losing my mind, lost my cycle
Lost myself, lost my title
She can love on me, I'm not her Bible
I can't save her, I'm not a disciple
Do me a favor, lick up on my 9 bolt
Trappin' in a era, where the drip is better
Fashion gettin mega, boutta rock G&P forever
Owens war torn, like a veta
Catch my fade, like a damn vendetta
Diamonds too wet, keep an umbrella
I can style in any weather, yeah, any weather
Oh, woah woah
Don't come near
I want you here
You only want me, cause you see I'm up
She see that I'm up now, cause I'm rockin' a bust down
My A.R. holds a hundred rounds, none of y'all bitches make a sound
Suvis so low, wow, damn they touch the fuckin' ground
Movin' on my own now, smokin' by a dro pound
Bags gettin larger
Dress in designer, usin' this syrup like it's armor
I'm not your father
Tryna come around cause my money, gettin taller
You've been different, actin' real bitchy
Had to go switch up, stackin' these digits
Look at my pockets, hundreds and fifties
She tryna fuck cause I'm in her city, yeah
Cut her ass off, I carry a fire
Only real ones, understand why
Understand why
Understand why
Credits
Writer(s): José Luis Carranza
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