Текст песни Go Up - Mbk Trelly

I be wearing red
But I'm not a blood
I don't rep a gang
I'm MBK
To much of the lean
To much of the cookie
Don't get in my way
You gone die today
Ima get on my knees
And pray to the lord
Cause he helped me beat
My last case
Let go of that nigga
That killed my homie
So I can go get em
The same day
But I ain't gone do it
The same way
45 gone hurt
When it hit him face
Because all of this pain
I can't take
I just pray that I make it
To heaven gates
But I'm not a killer
I'm just a young nigga
That's stacking his money
Staying out the way
Refuse to be broke
That shit ain't a joke
Getting tired of this life
Gotta elevate
Getting tired of this life
Gotta glow up
Go hard in these songs
Gotta blow up
But I feel like I'm sick
Like throw up
If a nigga touch me
He gone go up
Cause I just poured a 3
Of that pour up
Let em reach for my chain
And get shot
You a snitch to me
Not a opp
And I don't be fucking
With cops
And I don't be fucking
With thots
I just get money like pops
My pockets stay fulled up
With knots
No time for these hoes
They ain't got no goals
They just come around
For some fucking fame
They speaking on me
I ain't speaking on them
These niggas so chatty
And fucking lame
But ima stay true
To the fucking game
Come walk in my shoes
They don't fit the same
I'm 20 yrs old
But I'm full of pain
Ima keep going hard
Till my life change
And I put it on me
Riding under tint lowkey
Real bitch riding with me
Smoking OG
Nah I'm smoking cookie
You can smell the scent on me
Big ass wood
This bitch like 3Gs
Ain't nobody hitting it but me
Real ass bitch
She be lying to y'all
But she be loyal to me
You gone get who
Yo niggas dying with you
Cause my niggas riding for me
You gone shoot who
I'm glocked up like B
Don't get yo face on a T
Oh that's yo click
Don't need no gun
I got fist
You niggas ain't on shit
Hop out the whip
They staring looking at my fit
They know a nigga got drip
Please don't trip
This AR teach you how to flip
Can't wait till we all get rich
Ima ice my wrist
And put some on my bitch
You broke hoes gone be sick
Ima ice her wrist
My ex bitch gone be pissed
Cause ain't no ice on her wrist
Watch how it gliss
She gone be hating and shit
But i ain't really gone trip
Ima jump in my bag
Way deep in my bag
Them 100s gone come
Ima count em up
These niggas gone talk
I just let em talk
But if they touch me
It's gone go up
These people around me
I keep em around me
Cause they gone be there
When I blow up
And if I get a deal
I'm hoping I will
Every show ima show up
Every show ima rock out
Might fuck around
And have My glock out
Hell naw ima chill
Long as everybody chill out
Im just keeping it real
I say how I feel
Because people gone judge
You anyways
Don't care about no nigga
Don't care about no bitch
All I care about is getting paid
I wake up and get it like everyday
Feel like my dreams
Just a mile away
Gotta get to it and make a way
These people be killing
In broad day
But I'm in my own lane
Not chasing the fame
But chasing the money
Tryna level up
And I told em before
And I'll tell em rn
Lil nigga I really don't gaf