UP & COMERS Lyrics

Woi woi….. ayyy grrrrrrrrr!

Baa baa…..

ya yout ya yout

Bullet!

…………..

Ayy

If i come for the boys… where they at?

Two or three times we go popin’ narcos (ya yout)

Get away clean we don’t joke with them rifles

We got two milfs and they straight from the bando

One looks like the girl I’m datin

She a slay queen them man call her becky

Ying that! ching that! (pum pum)

I don’t know

Buh I’m out with the chops like yee!

I Rolled up to a paigon fiesta, we all focused so we hopped in a ford (shhhh)

Dropped two niggers at the back of line (bah bah)

Hit em with the bang bang,where they at? where that man go? (Rip)

T….tip up that gwap for the mandem (ching ching)

Try the mandem head goes (boom) by the mandem.

Call the mandem, we the mandem, fuck with mandem, we gon chill then we deal with yo mendem! (Grrrraaaaahhh)

This bad guys wanna mess up my day

So i chinged a man down trying to put him in a J( oi oi oi)

Yo bae bae she wanna taste my ye!

So i give her good drive now she screaming my name…(mayo)

Back then we don’t fuck with the trenches or the ghetto now it’s all like a memo(ti ti ti)

Lowkey when we switch that tempo we go drilling like my mandem DBO

Late nights tryna get that gwap and those late nights surly gonna pay like! (Bro)

Big ups for the girl I’m dating she a baddie man I treat her well

She wants Louis Gucci channel.. you know how it goes on her booty well.

When i pull up in smoke, thi’ niggas they know cah nigga be moving like

(Henh henh!) yoo

Ying that trap then we put it in reverse,

I aint a trap star Buh it’s dope for a yardie

the manny aint got chills for nobody so it’s a bye bye when you fuck with his daddy (on god)

Slow mo when we fly that dinger, double tap in when you scroll that insta.

Got two baddies tryna wait for the man they antisocial so they can’t get a mister.

If i come for the boys… where they at?

Two or three times we go popin’ narcos (ya yout)

Get away clean we don’t joke with them rifles

We got two milfs and they straight from the bando(woi woi)

One looks like the girl I’m datin

She a slay queen them man call her becky

Ying that! ching that! (pum pum)

I don’t know

Buh I’m out with the chops like yee!

Yoo…. This is the life i live,

I got perks on my name buh I aint there yet

Got hater’s on my blog, big time ghost them

Like i mean that aint never my main thing

Been thinking all day all night like when’s man ever gonna get that Bentley

Although I don’t do fake friends now everyone comes and they go like it’s nothing

The movies aint skipping no scene still on the same page man i need that fame thing

I sing tryna better my life.. gotta stick to the grime if I ever wanna make it

I’ve Been sent on a mission lately, is it worth it buh my mind says maybe.

Then now niggas come in wanna come close haa haa bro I know all of that fake shit….. ayyy!

God knows my intention.. I’m tryna add all the biggies to my name

Tryna add all the strength that i got till the mandem slide in the block of fame.

Two step when when i make that bubble

yo mandem he wanna grind that knuckle

Big bronx tip when we give them trouble

Holy molly call me mr humble

Wait…. Put the R on my name gotta stick to the G for the game

It is wah it is Buh it’s never the same

Still lurking you gotta see for yourself

We on the up block tryna switch trap lanes

Innit good how about you spill waguan

You leave yo block them man hunt you like drone

Or the paigons gonna strap yo guy outta lane

If i come for the boys… where they at?

Two or three times we go popin’ narcos (ya yout)

Get away clean with a left and a right turn

We got two milfs and they straight from the bando

One looks like the girl I’m datin

She a slay queen them man call her becky

Ying that! ching that! (pum pum)

I don’t know

Buh I’m out with the chops like

yee!

Ayy

To all the mendem

You already know who the F i is!

Thi’ nigga aint playin’ no more

One two step then i blow out yo head

Bahh bahhh!!

You get me……….