Prototyp3 & BlackGods - Came Up Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Bo's World Dos
We done came up on these f*ck niggas now they actin' like they know us
Fast money came from slow bucks
Niggas tryna rake the dough up
Now we switchin' states & we switchin' plates in that whip ripping roads up
No one ever will control us
Bout to have the game sewed up
We done came up on 'em yeah, yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah, yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna have stars in the ceilings
F*ck you and all of your feelings
My niggas ballin' for millions
We worked so hard just to feel it
The way that we came in the game with a vengeance these haters are callin' us villains
All of these beats that we killin'
We need some bars and a sentence
That clip is always extended
Got money already spent it
I spend a stack in a minute
Then back to stackin' the digits
The clip in my mac is a midget
Your chick in the back & she wit it
I told her bring all her bitches
This shit about to get littage
Tryna pull up in a foreign
Bad shorty she a foreign
Pretty soon we gone be tourin'
Killing shit when we performin', yeah
Settin' bars like the judge
Got it locked like the warden, yeah
And all my niggas tronna mall cop
Haters still can't afford it yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
These haters still can't afford it yeah
These road trips can't be boardin' yeah
We got the crib now we want the house
Tell em set the price on the mortgage yeah
I'm gettin' brain, I'm gettin' storage yeah
Plus I gotta run like I'm Forrest wait
Before Sav kill the chorus aye
I need a drop with no ceilings
F*ck you and all of your feelin's
Aim the red dot I'mma peel it
Bar after bar you gone feel it
We done came up on em
Thing up on em
Watch how you approach us
Stupid bread I get a cold cut
It's Bo's World, I gotta roll up
I'm poppin' bitch my son poppin'
We gone kill the game get your dough up
If you steppin' out put your hoe up
Martin voice we bout to blow up
I give this shit all I got
Tell em
No shoes kick rocks uh
If it's war, just get glocks
On Tremont I hug the block uh
We done came up on these f*ck niggas now they actin' like they know us
Fast money came from slow bucks
Niggas tryna rake the dough up
Now we switchin' states & we switchin' plates in that whip ripping roads up
No one ever will control us
'Bout to have the game sewed up
We done came up on 'em yeah, yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah, yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah
We done came up on 'em yeah, yeah, yeah
I done came up nigga
I'm the same old nigga
I seen the bigger picture
Now I'm standin' in the picture
Been a long, long time
Since a nigga had sleep
Too busy tryna eat
Too busy tryna feast
Lately been switchin' it up
Only on different occasions
Cause niggas be copyin', framin'
Doin' it just to get famous
I'm comin' at different angles
Got 'em shakin', Got em nervous
Got 'em caught up in the wave
Got 'em caught up in the current
I just had to hit and run
Shoulda had some insurance
We just had to run the game
Shoulda had some endurance
In the Bronx it's hot as hell
I'm talkin' hot like a furnace
Want a spot with the Mob
Li'l Mama gotta earn it
We done came up on 'em yeah, yeah
We done came up on 'em
We done came up on 'em yeah, yeah
We done came up on 'em
We done came up on 'em yeah, yeah
We done came up on 'em
We done came up on 'em
We done came up on 'em