Come Up Lyrics – NICCOVELI
Singer: NICCOVELI
Title: Come Up
Came from the slums, yeah that’s scum sh#t
Boy we run sh#t, your girl she a bum b#tch
Now we only countin’ blues
All my shooters coming through
They comin’, comin’ very soon
What? We done dance when we get jiggy wit it
Triple all gold with a semi with it
In the end zone with the windows tinted
Aye, they say I’m not actin’ the same
Well sh#t, well I’m getting payed
It happens when all y’all n#gg#s hate
I’m invited with the same n#gg#s
Not a bunch of bozos, I ain’t ever switchin’
My main guys ain’t ever flippin’
We made ties, we ain’t ever {?}
My old hoes trynna come back
We got 4 of those where I’m tagged at
But I walk past like I never really ever tapped that
Where the cash at? (Broke n#gg#)
You always talkin’ like you really ballin’
But we all know, all that you be sayin’ is all cap
I don’t gotta brag, my amiri jeans, always {?} bags
I be on the scene, blowing couple racks
Shorty trynna leave to get into my bed
Imma blow her back
Ain’t really with the fake love sh#t
I got all your b#tches fussin’
Ain’t gonna link unless we cuffin
{?} Husband
I really came out from having nothing
My newer n#gg#s know I’m hustlin’
This burner on me tucked in
Screamin’ then I have her busting
Came from the slums, yeah that’s scum sh#t
Boy we run sh#t, your girl she a bum b#tch
Now we only countin’ blues
All my shooters coming through
They comin’, comin’ very soon
What? We done dance when we get jiggy wit it
Triple all gold with a semi with it
In the end zone with the windows tinted
Aye, they say I’m not actin’ the same
Well sh#t, well I’m getting payed
It happens when all y’all n#gg#s hate
All them n#gg#s comin’ out of the place
Until they see me, they won’t even brace
Try to piece me, I’ll smack you in the face
This puffer on me will put your #ss in a grave
b#tch there’s money to be made
Im not playin games
Plenty ways on getting paid
Gotta catch a wave
I’m on flaw sh#t
{?} I’m always flossin
{?} forcin
I stay {?} and take a losses, that’s a promise {?}
I’m making moves going places
All my homies beat they cases
Better life that we’re chasing
Shout out to all my real n#gg#s
Good god, we’re not gonna be killers {?}
On god we ain’t trynna be sinners
I remember how my family missed dinner
Had to get my bread, had to get my pockets bigger
Now we’re eating better, cause I’m making figures
R.I.P to the big woo, shoot for the stars aim for the moon
Cause the real ones leaving too soon
I spit this sh#t like perfume
Hood n#gg# trynna see more blue
Now haters acting brand new
I’m just learning how to be grateful
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