2R Benzø - Up That Hill (feat. Lo Bre Gee)

I just wanna feel how it feels
Hey
I just wanna feel how it feels
Clap, clap, clap

If I could, I'd make it go more than hard
And I can get it on just one
Look, I told Broker grab the chop I got the drop, he bout to spam
We gon' spin up on them niggas, we be flexin' on the gram

If we can't get the main nigga, guarantee we get his mans
Said they talkin' crazy out the mouth, we leavin' where he stand
Got him diddy bop and Harlem shakin' like it's a new dance
Never lackin', pistol packin' and it's always in the past

Got this bitch up in the cut, she said you watch this for the bands
Got this other bitch in Cali, she the plush, she got the strands
When she suck it up, she lick the nut, she do it with no hands
Make it clap, she throw it back, she get it lit up, only fans

Talkin' crazy on the net, but when you see me, you just ran
Why these niggas wearin' fake Amiri, ship me from Japan
I had to get me a Rollie for the watch to see her dance
I had to get me a Poli for the house to make him strands, like

Fuh, fuh, fuh
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Quarter millioners chainin', quarter millioners wrist
We gon' catch him in the lobby with his wifey takin' pics

Now we up by half a milli', yeah, this city flippin' bricks
Said we got his wifey, she the one who told us hit the lick
He ain't know that she was gon' fold and she been suckin' dicks
Told these niggas flashin' all that money, just gon' get him head, like

Fuh, fuh, fuh
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
These streets tell you who your friends or your foes
All these niggas ain't your nigga, just in case you ain't know

You better watch your back and keep your enemy close
Cause once you start makin' this money, watch these niggas unfold
Cheatin' my bitch, make it up with some rough shit
She said she love that, I'm from the project

Shake it, bounce it, you can throw it, I'ma catch that
I'ma kill that pussy, she the victim, I'm the suspect
The kids drop like a communication, now we all lit
You gon' starve or you gon' eat, you only got one option

I got bags, no groceries, don't be a target
If I ever set the hit, I'm tryna get them all hit, bitch
Dumb shit, and I don't want Glocky on it
If that bitch can't take a dick, I'm in the city right now

Ain't even post a conciliablet
I was just really broke, I'm tryna get real rich
With diamonds bustin' off my wrist
And I ain't never ball hog, I'd rather win off the assists

Told them niggas, dollar flashin', that's the shit, go get them hit
Left a fault, nigga, tied up, set up by his bitch
Told her if you don't go with the plan, she know what it is
I knew the city girl, so I can give her ass the country dick

We predict the robbery, but he had buckets over with
Grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr
Bitch, this LeBriage eatin' in
Don't know what the fuck goin' on, nigga

Ayy, Benzo what the business here, my nigga
Time to take over this shit for real, for real
Ayy, we goin' up, gang

Written by:
Lo Gee, Tahkeim Hay

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