Up and Comer Lyrics

Yung up and comer

Nigga I been him since niggas was  pushing hummers

H20 imma splash, like kids in the summer

I'm that WOOH and I ain't even really do numbers

I drop a bridge now I got these niggas going under

I drop the hook, I gotten shook, they always hit like thunder

And my bars bang, like hurricane, gotten clapping for em

You niggas lame, we ain't the same

Who be rapping for em? (Who)

I hit the hood and politic, hear no one asking for em

I tellem free paper, Chris, and Jenks or we gone battle for em

You potnas don't rock like how you think, they'd probably tattle on you

My riders'll push it to the brink until the casket for me

Leave a OP splattered for me

Woah, don't make me have to go there

Boi I'm from pauger, got some dawgs

Say you could never go there

While me, I pull up on yo scene just like the boi the whole mayor

Presidential souldja

Coast to Coast I'm never scared

Say how I'm running this and nigga I ain't never fled

Still ducking the feds, got they scopes on a nigga head

Why they hate on us, we just some young niggas chasing bread

I know they would love to see me with my niggas in the can, I gotta beta plan

Imma stack this money to the roof (Money, Money, Money)

Then imma set fire to the booth (Money, Money, Money)

Tell em get this shi on camera for the proof (Money, Money, Money)

Yung up and comer, Andi got the juice (Money, Money, Money)

Imma stack this money to the roof (Money, Money, Money)

Then imma set fire to the booth (Money, Money, Money)

Tell em get this shi on camera for the proof (Money, Money, Money)

Yung up and comer, Andi got the juice (Money, Money, Money)

Remember when I had dropped juice

Back then I said I was the truth

With ryan reckless in the school

Couldnt tell us nothing to cool

Ain't much really change

Still steppin with the Gang

Souldja baby still my name

And I still ain't hooked to no chains

Still ain't a slave, boi til I'm put in the grave

Put the 7th ward on my name