Lyrics We Up - Trilfiger

I shot at your place
Are you bout to cry
Shot him the face
He bout to die
R.I.P. that guy
D.I.E. Not I
D.I.E. That's you
Do a hit out the coupe
Balling out alley oop
Balenci balenci my shoe
I'm in the whip and I'm sipping on goop
Big ole racks hang out the trues
Hold up who that who the fuck are you
Do know you get shmacked don't need no one new
That's true

Fuck everybody I stay to myself
Nobody there for you when you need help
Where y'all been at what the hell
When you down bad don't hit my cell
Go get a bag and stop taking Ls
Popping a tag when I'm in Chanel
I like to brag I like YSL
Play with racks and I'm fly as hell

Know that I'm fly as a bitch
Counting my money I'm rich
Ride with a 30 I ride with a stick
Just got some dirty and I'm bout to sip
Pop me a 30 and hop in the whip
These bitches be dirty I ain't finna hit
Stay away from my crib

Stay away from my home
Only want you for the dome
Give me neck and then you gone
Keep a 30 got it chrome
Keep on me keep it on
Glock 30 bout to send him home
Chop hurt him bout to get him gone
Heard we smoke said let me know

Let me know
If you want some smoke
Choppa make him hit the woah
Cop asking me where'd he go
Told the cop I don't know
Lie in they face and then hit the road
I'm doing the race I serve in the rove
On the interstate no going slow

We going fast as the fuck
I'm in the back of the truck
Eating a bag of the drugs
Throwing it up I ate too much
What'd I just pop they do what
Oh it's bar I like bus
I'm bout to fall don't wake up
We bout to ball know we up
Up up up