Dazed $ilverio - The Come Up (feat. Louie C)

We on the come up

Bitch we grindin to the top and if we catch you lackin up the .40 and yo head get popped

We on the come up

Fuck a bitch if she be hatin

All that pillow talkin' will get yo lil life taken

We on the come up

Don't believe us thats wrap

Watch us get this fuckin cash

Better watch who you try testin

We on the come up

We dont give af bout nonsense

You keep talkin all that reckless

Watch us get to fucking droppin

We on the come up

And yo racks a little low

But my pockets on rick ross and im finna put on a show, bitch

I'm finna have a garage full of drop tops

And i wont use them shits for anything, except to hot box

And imma make my life lookin like everythin easy

And wearin fancy clothes got the suit on with the 3-piece

Ay, 10-acre cribs, thats how imma live

They feedin me the best food got the $1000 prime rib

And imma live my life good fuck it imma live it great

And imma live it how i should got a bitch feedin me grapes

Im picturin a big ass house and all the bitches at the crib

And i wont give no fucks cuz hollywood is where im finna live

And i'm gettin' all these racks, stack my money to the top

Givin' back to my family imma be givin' them a lot

We on the come up

Bitch we grindin to the top and if we catch you lackin up the .40 and yo head get popped

We on the come up

Fuck a bitch if she be hatin

All that pillow talkin' will get yo lil life taken

We on the come up

Don't believe us thats wrap

Watch us get this fuckin cash

Better watch who you try testin

We on the come up

We dont give af bout nonsense

You keep talkin all that reckless

Watch us get to fucking droppin

Imma flood my wrist imma show these diamonds new

And ima fuck ya bitch cause this money talk it do

Don't care on what i spend won't stop stacking all this blue

And when i buy the benz watch me take off bitch i zoom

Losin' friends left and right bitch, for the money she gon' ride sick

Check me out cause i'm real rich, all these blues look like 626

All this money I'm flexin' how I get it you question

Now you see how I'm steppin' let that teach you a lesson

Bitch don't forget how it was before

Never liked you when you was a hoe

And I won't change for the money I won't

Funny thing is I like clothes because they don't have morals

We on the come up

Bitch we grindin to the top

And if we catch you lackin up the .40 and yo head get popped

We on the come up

Fuck a bitch if she be hatin

All that pillow talkin' will get yo lil life taken

We on the come up

Don't believe us thats wrap

Watch us get this fuckin cash

Better watch who you try testin

We on the come up

We dont give af bout nonsense

You keep talkin all that reckless

Watch us get to fucking droppin

Written by:
Christian Portillo, Luis Cruz

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