We Up! ft. BREN! Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Better get your bitch she be in sections
I'm the hottest comin' out of Texas (Buh)
Get your bro he ask a lot of questions (My Nikhil on that beat!)
I'm not the one to talk down if you wanna find your way up (Find your way up!)
Gotta problem better talk now, or you can come and see us (Buh buh buh brr)
We up!
And this shit will never go down we up (We up!)
Be Giannis keepin' it a buck (Keep a buck)
Middle finger to the fuzz it's up yeah (Buh)
I ain't really feel the love (Feel the love)
Lotta faces that I gotta trust, but they all fakes gotta turn 'em to dust
Me and BREN! solid we do what we does
Yeah we do it, why'd you leave me on read yeah you blew it
Hop out stretch leave 'em in a Buick (Bow)
Only hit once she was hairy like Truman (Damn)
Man I'm sorry (My bad)
That was way out of line, yeah I'm with Nikhil but we pullin' dimes (We pullin dimes)
Got your bitch tappin' out fast like a vine, givin' me head I don't pay her no mind (Bow brr)
Got two hands on my dick she be talking like mimes
Fuck in the car ain't no wine in and dine
Three stripe life got your bitch doing lines
Shoutout Marcus we never running out of time time yeah
I'm a monster the energy fueling me
She a demon I love what she do to me
Throw it back on my body come booty me
All that ice on my neck it be cooling me
Yeah, moved out of the A for this shit
Strike 'em out man I'm keeping a K in this bitch (Buh)
I don't even know what imma say in this shit
I don't know it's only my third day in this bitch
Aye shout out Lil Uzi
Why your bitch at the stu' she a groupie
They only love me for the sack like Cousy (Wow)
So we finna set it off like Boosie
88 keys in the whip we got a piano to move
You is not good with us turn your shirt red like Fantano reviews, how can I lose?
Out of time how can I snooze? (Buh buh buh)
I fell in love with the blues
She on her knees, but she ain't praying on pubes (She sucking dick)
Tommy on me yeah whenever I cruise (Brrr)
I need a bitch that's crazy 'bout my tunes
I need a bitch that's crazy 'bout my- (Ah)
I need a bitch that's crazy 'bout my branding
All you rappers my sons Nick Cannon (Wild'n Out)
Ten toes down, still standing
Banned on every social Steve Bannon
Sell your body baby keep camming (We love to see it!)
1500 bitches that we ramming
Numbers going up keep spamming
Cause we up!
And this shit will never go down we up (We up!)
Be Giannis keepin' it a buck (Keep a buck)
Middle finger to the fuzz it's up yeah (Buh)
I ain't really feel the love (Cant feel the love)
Lotta faces that I gotta trust, but they all fakes gotta turn 'em to dust
Me and BREN! solid we do what we does