The Come Up

[Intro]

2009 Action Bronson

Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up

Outdoorsman shit, here we go

[Verse 1]

I've seen a fiend scrape the residue and sniff it off a razor

After party for politicians with loafers and a blazer

Skipping AAA I'm coasting straight up to the majors

Linen in every seat drinking wine and eating capers, square

Holding the ground prep the animal for sacrifice

Rub the body with plenty garlic and a classic spice

Holy Trinity, peppers onions celery

Every time I rap I'm on the verge to catch a felony

Standing in circles with my brothers puffin' product

Disturbers to the public call the coppers blew the spot up

Pulled us over a couple of 50's in the ankle socks

Most of it powder so it looks just like his ankle lock

I got the rap shit in the ankle lock

I got her screaming for submission trying to be up in the bank a lot

Currency’s the only logic, brother bag the work

Come up funny, I leave you open like a faggot's shirt

Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up

Action Bronson 2009 shit

Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up

[Verse 2]

You know the saga, knee length coat made of llama

Purple in the Parma, two ki's the Grana Padano

That’s for the cuisine, stracciatell Siciliana

Boom fakers be gettin' vapor dog you get with Anna

The wild fumes, beauty that the ground blooms

Ass fucking the diva leave her with the brown moon

It's now June, tops get lowered off of whips

Flower flip, we grow the mushrooms out the cattle shit

Peddle shiftin' with my eyes closed I'm feeling great

Fire kissing the roasted salmon on the cedar plank

Peep the plan get the money out the bordello

Five-seven the fattest ass, shorty played the cello

Charge a thousand for fifteen, the white collars

Got the manuva serving knowledge for the pipe scholars

Peace to Queens, she the queen of the life

Eating Pio Pio chicken, smothered beans in the rice

And we out

[Outro]

You know we creeping on the come up

You know we creeping on the come up