Came Up! Lyrics

Bitch, I'm sick

Ebola

Call up that bitch

Motorola

Oh, that was your bitch, but I stole her

She smokin' that gas, she a stoner

She shootin them down, cause I told her

I'm puttin' that girl in a Uber

I know a whole lotta niggas who stay tryna be like me

Tryna copy my swag

last year I was broke

And now I got money

I stay to myself

gotta hop in my bag

Me and my niggas big bank, yeah

We finna come in a tank, yeah

Knockin' them down with my sticks and my stones If you talkin' on me, then you not goin' home

You say you know us, we don't know your name

Ice on my neck, gotta go Johnny Dane

This is my world, not talkin' bout Wayne

I'm from New York, with puddles full of pain

I'm baggin that bitch, I hit up her main

That bitch is a hoe, she cheat on her main

Bitch, we not the same, stay in your lane

They talkin' on me, like, what do you gain?

They playin' around like this is a game

That nigga is dumb, he don't got a brain

And I love my money, I gotta obtain

Yeah

I really been down, but I came up

He dissin' on me, but he gave up

If he's beefin' with me, then it's made up

She say she in love, but she laid up

And if he want a feature, he pay up

The bitches, they say that I ate up

She blockin' me after the break up

I'm fuckin' her after we made up

I double the 4 and put 8 up

I run to the rim with a layup

With a blade to his face, I give him a shape up

That nigga a bitch, I gotta be straight up

Money in the morning, bitch, I gotta wake up

I throw on the beaters bitch

I gotta lace up

I gotta flex up

I gotta flex up

I gotta flex up