Up ft. Shido Lyrics

I never thought I'd make this far

Got the gold teeth i wanted from the start

The lean got me dreaming, seeing charts on my ceiling

Shuffle my jewels like they cards

Couple young lords, world tours

Designer and jewels, all in my drawer

Finessing be endless, finessing the world

The henny be ready, we going so far

I'm ballin' I'm ballin' , pockets full of goblins

Shawty see the bands the greens got her gobblin'

Me and my chain like Batman and Robin

Progress been soaring I told you I'm on it

Simmons my linen, ricks hold the vision

My closet is wallin

Geobasckets and some visims

Gucci the beauty channel on the jewely

Dans with the shabba, rockin the ruby

Man I saw change and it make no sense

Made people happy at my expense

Pick up my pants

The bands had em draggin

Wavy like durag, flyer than Aladdin

Fly her to Paris, ima buy her a palace

Robe on too cozy, Rick Owen mattress

The matters be mad less

Ya stretch it like spandex

I'm running, I'm running

Ya see me expanding?

All ma niggas up, riding in the benzo

Rollin through the city

Subzero on my wrist hoe, aye

All my niggas up though, aye

Mama I'm all grown

Mama I'm up though aye

All my niggas up though aye

Hope the whole squad knows, aye

We up, (x8)

All my niggas up though, reach the the top pronto

Goin' from LA to Toronto

All ma niggas up, riding in the benzo

Rollin' through the city

Subzero on my wrist hoe

We up, we up

We up, we up

God damn it

It's "Mr March Madness"

With all his clothes branded

Young nigga living so lavish

They think I'm credit card scamming

But I just be smoking that loud

But I don't be making no sounds

Me and my niggas we smokin' that loud and we smoking you out

Momma coming home gotta put it out

Hang with the niggas who pull the bullets out

Living life to the fullest now

Gotta good girl ex looking foolish now

Raf tote bag

Leave em hanging like a coat rack

My city full of violence a lot toe tags

Women on Prozac

The Rafs, the Ricky's, the Givenchy

Come to heights and get a buck 50

I grew up with no hero's

Fake friends we don't need those

Police hate me cause I'm negro

Wanna shoot me cause they can't catch me with they feet though

Someone get shot then the street closed

Fuck you to the precinct

That's the anthem we sing

My bad if I'm preaching

All these chains on me got me freezing

Make a whore moan off hormones

I'm hitting that shit and she screaming like coño

I'm hitting that shit and she screaming like coño