We Go Up (remix)

(O mój Boże, ale dojebałem beat)
(Swizzy na beacie, ziomal)
You know I took—, I took some time off (Papi Yerr)
And you know, bitches is not seein' me, you thot

We pull up on the opps and them bitches gon' hide like they lace, they ain't comin' outside
And we don't need no Siri, we already knowin' where these motherfuckers reside
Shoot a nigga on IG live, yeah, that nigga soul goin' straight to Dubai
And it's only one reason why
Just so we can taste dinner up in the sky (Baow)
Nigga done took the bait
I run up on a nigga like, "What's the hate?" (Ah)
Tell a nigga straight to his fuckin' face
"Your chain look fake, nigga, is it cake?" (Ah, ah)
That's some shit I wouldn't take
One good blow, that shit'll break
Kim K walkin' in Balenciaga
How his body got wrapped with the yellow tape (Baow, baow)
Gang, gang, gang, we go up, ayy
Bitch got a problem, we show up
I thought I told this nigga, "Get lost"
Like Vegas not lookin' at him like, "What's the hold up?" (Ah)
Went from a shampoo girl, now washin' these hoes, that's one hell of a glow up (You know)
Let me go to the gym and just get my head straight
Stomp a bitch out when I skip leg day
I don't give a fuck about you, lil' fella
That pussy ran through like Coachella (Hahaha)
Stop draggin' these bitches? That's never
Call her Rue, she gettin' drugged forever (Ah, ah)
Took her man then made that man come sit that money on the muhfuckin' dresser
He bought me a wedding band but it ain't on my hand, on the toe it look better
Never miss when I beat that ho
Upside her head, I play Connect 4
Hope and pray she got a back door
Brrata, that shit gon' blow
All these hoes be so damn broke
Walk down on 'em, I stay on go
Think shit sweet, I'll split her teeth
Now got more rooms than an exit room (Baow)
Watch how I load up the semi
I'm countin' up money, it's so many Benjis
I'm up in some Fendi but they can't offend me
When they in designer, it's not the real thingy (Goddamn)
Your teeth is our price, 'cause them bitches is dingy
These hoes is some bums and they throat is a chimney
This dumb bitch will swallow this whole Proud
Family, and then get a muhfuckin' Penny, I can't
Claim you the biggest, well, bitch, I feel bigger
You got the Glock but you not a real killer
Look like my finger be doin' the jerk when I'm pullin' it back on that muhfuckin' trigger (Ah, ah, ah)
I'm independent but, yeah, I'm that nigga
I don't split checks so these bitches is bitter
I'm over that casket, feelin' fantastic
Sprinkling roses with Salt Bae rhythm

Baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow