Level Up Lyrics

Bimmer boy, couple years ago I was in a hatchback

Got my money right, since then I ain't never look back

Why he mad his bitch hitting my phone? He can have that

I don't want no bitch that's jumping cliques, I just want the racks

Niggas want to try me but don't know, I go tit for tat

Anywhere I go, keep the Glock and an extra mag

Every time I step up on the scene, niggas look extra mad

Exclusive New Era fitted, but I'm not full of cap

Niggas running circles around you nigga, go take an extra lap

Big cutters in the front seat and we known to do the dash

Fast car, 200 on the dash, I ain't coming in last

Focused on what's in front of me, nigga I ain't worried about the past

Stinging like a bumblebee, I'm floating off this Cali gas

Putting illegal tint on my whip so when 12 behind me, I'm out on they ass

Could really give a fuck what a nigga be saying cus in reality I be counting that cash

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

I don't know

I don't really be talking to people no more so if it ain't money don't be hitting my phone

Spending your check on some foreign cologne

Whenever I ask she gonna give me some dome

Bout to ice out my neck, finna flood it with stones

New ass nigga tryna ask for a loan

I don't even know this nigga, but a nigga calling me twin

He not my twin if he don't spend what I spend

Fuck up a check and we do it again

Soon niggas ballin like Meech til the end

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

I don't know

I don't really be talking to people no more so if it ain't money don't be hitting my phone