Lil Unde - WE GOING UP (feat. Rose Capone)

Prettyboy on the beat
You tell a joke, and I'll sit back and laugh it
This time I'm back, and you see my ass rapping
I hear that shit once, now my sister was fapping
If we got beef, then you know that we're scrapping
No GPS, but you know that we're mapping
His ass asleep, guess it's time for a napping
That pussy wet, let me please get a napkin, cause...
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We going up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up (uh, yeah, let's go)
Back up and get out of my way, because I'm coming in (brrt)
Yeah, this the devil's house, and now it's time for me to sin (ooo)
I'm full of irrational thoughts and scrutiny
And I don't even know where to begin
I'm filled to brim with ink
I'm like an octopi, I'll hit you right in your eye (ink)
And I do not give a fly, if all of your homies die with you (skrt)
We gone cut you up and eat you like a slice of pie (yum)
I think I'm playing Undertale cause this feel like a genocide (determination)
Stop acting so fruity, cause I can make all your friends broody
Just like Donald Duck, you be saying "Ah phooey!" (quack)
Pop you in the alley, clean up the mess with a squeegee
Have all of your friends turn green like Luigi (ho ho)
Bout to turn a hot girl summer right into a hot girl bummer
Boy, if you try me, I will go and eviscerate your mother
Your bitch all over this wood like she just got a job with lumber
Don't ever try me cause we know that you cannot duck for cover
I'm eating this bitch like she taste like some pie
I'm fighting your bitch, made her have a black eye
This game cold like it's Cold War, I got my supply
And I'm ducking this bitch, don't give her a reply
I'm smoking this ass, it's a weird kinda strain
Your bitch right on top, yeah I'm getting the brain
That pussy was mild, it tasted so plain
They calling me great because I am a dane
No strings attached, no I'm not Pinocchio
If there's one thing I'll never do, it's be telling on my bros
I'm so icy I make you frozen solid like Frozone
Then we make you a new topping for ice cream cones
If you call my phone, no I will not answer
Pull up to your house, and then start a banter
Your execution's at the top of my planner
If you try to avoid it, I won't mind my manners
We going up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We going up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Written by:
Carter Hogan, Dominic Valentino

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