We Up! ft. BREN! Lyrics

Better get your bitch she be in sections

I'm the hottest comin' out of Texas (Buh)

Get your bro he ask a lot of questions (My Nikhil on that beat!)

I'm not the one to talk down if you wanna find your way up (Find your way up!)

Gotta problem better talk now, or you can come and see us (Buh buh buh brr)

We up!

And this shit will never go down we up (We up!)

Be Giannis keepin' it a buck (Keep a buck)

Middle finger to the fuzz it's up yeah (Buh)

I ain't really feel the love (Feel the love)

Lotta faces that I gotta trust, but they all fakes gotta turn 'em to dust

Me and BREN! solid we do what we does

Yeah we do it, why'd you leave me on read yeah you blew it

Hop out stretch leave 'em in a Buick (Bow)

Only hit once she was hairy like Truman (Damn)

Man I'm sorry (My bad)

That was way out of line, yeah I'm with Nikhil but we pullin' dimes (We pullin dimes)

Got your bitch tappin' out fast like a vine, givin' me head I don't pay her no mind (Bow brr)

Got two hands on my dick she be talking like mimes

Fuck in the car ain't no wine in and dine

Three stripe life got your bitch doing lines

Shoutout Marcus we never running out of time time yeah

I'm a monster the energy fueling me

She a demon I love what she do to me

Throw it back on my body come booty me

All that ice on my neck it be cooling me

Yeah, moved out of the A for this shit

Strike 'em out man I'm keeping a K in this bitch (Buh)

I don't even know what imma say in this shit

I don't know it's only my third day in this bitch

Aye shout out Lil Uzi

Why your bitch at the stu' she a groupie

They only love me for the sack like Cousy (Wow)

So we finna set it off like Boosie

88 keys in the whip we got a piano to move

You is not good with us turn your shirt red like Fantano reviews, how can I lose?

Out of time how can I snooze? (Buh buh buh)

I fell in love with the blues

She on her knees, but she ain't praying on pubes (She sucking dick)

Tommy on me yeah whenever I cruise (Brrr)

I need a bitch that's crazy 'bout my tunes

I need a bitch that's crazy 'bout my- (Ah)

I need a bitch that's crazy 'bout my branding

All you rappers my sons Nick Cannon (Wild'n Out)

Ten toes down, still standing

Banned on every social Steve Bannon

Sell your body baby keep camming (We love to see it!)

1500 bitches that we ramming

Numbers going up keep spamming

Cause we up!

And this shit will never go down we up (We up!)

Be Giannis keepin' it a buck (Keep a buck)

Middle finger to the fuzz it's up yeah (Buh)

I ain't really feel the love (Cant feel the love)

Lotta faces that I gotta trust, but they all fakes gotta turn 'em to dust

Me and BREN! solid we do what we does