Link Up Lyrics

(Uh)

(Yea)

(Real niggas linking up)

(23 on the damn beat, Real niggas linking up)

(Uh, uh)

Hanging with some trill niggas, hanging with some real killers

Hella big booty bitches in the whip, windows tinted

Pace I'm going, by the end of the night this bottle gone be finished

Tryna get drunk, let go of my problems till I can't even finish the sentence

What we doing? Link up

Link up, link up, link up

Link up, link up, link up, link up (Finna link up)

Link up, link up, link up, link up (Finna link up)

Link up, link up, link up, link up (Finna link up)

Real niggas linking up, pretty ladies pouring up

Showing up with no I.D.

Nah, you can't get in with us

These lil boys be fed (Fed)

Gotta stay on point for the sweep

Put that shit to rest (Rest)

Finish you off, best to the game of three

I don't need that much time (Time)

Twenty minutes should be enough (Enough)

Blowing med, I'm blowing strong, this a healthy blunt

Being outside ain't really my scene, I don't like being around people for too long (Too long)

Getting paid for the walk through, I'm making sure that the backend long (Backend long)

Two three raise the roof (Roof)

Let's go bar for bar, you can meet me in the booth (Booth)

These hoes know the truth, they just like to pick and choose (Choose)

Let's go shoe for shoe

You ain't walked the miles that I did for some food

Hanging with some trill niggas, hanging with some real killers

Hella big booty bitches in the whip, windows tinted

Pace I'm going, by the end of the night this bottle gone be finished

Tryna get drunk, let go of my problems till I can't even finish the sentence

What we doing? Link up

Link up, link up, link up

Link up, link up, link up, link up (Finna link up)

Link up, link up, link up, link up (Finna link up)

Link up, link up, link up, link up (Finna link up)

Fuck a Gen 5, I'mma keep me a revolver

Five foot nigga, but I'll knock you down to make me taller (Taller)

Mr. take your bitches, got em' calling me daddy like they father (Father)

He claim he got switches

My gang got artillery that's larger (Larger, bow)

Boosted up my motion in some months (In some months)

Huh, huh, huh, Body tired but I'm still on the run (On the run)

Oh nana, Beenie Man I'm poppin' reggaeton (Reggaeton)

Ha, ha, ha, Sometimes I get high just for the fun

Rolling za, I'mma real rasta (Real rasta)

Always surrounded by some family and patnas

When I stand up on the couch, the owner know I'm spending dollars

Put that shit on no designer, this ain't no Gucci or no Prada

Hanging with some trill niggas, hanging with some real killers

Hella big booty bitches in the whip, windows tinted

Pace I'm going, by the end of the night this bottle gone be finished

Tryna get drunk, let go of my problems till I can't even finish the sentence

What we doing? Link up

Link up, link up, link up

Link up, link up, link up, link up (Finna link up)

Link up, link up, link up, link up (Finna link up)

Link up, link up, link up, link up (Finna link up)