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Ty - Come Up Lyrics



Ty - Come Up Lyrics




Ay this the come up nigga come & buy a brick or get a zip or two
Ask them niggas at the store that night they know what capitol do
Glocks & choppas pints & pounds L.I.E we mobbing round
Stayed down & came up & now these bitches wipe me down
Dope smoking since I can remember yea I been full of that
To young to buy a cigar so I rolled it in brown bag
To young to drank sum lean but I was pouring ounces back back
To young to own a hand gun but I had 2 38s jack
A pair of dope runner 95s & a digit scale
Some sandwich bags a flip phone & go & get some clientele
Mama wanted me to stay at home but I couldn't do that
I witnessed to much dealing from Lil Dowdy & my brother Cap
I had to go & get it by myself I been said f*ck some help
The come up gone be real gone have the city rolling like some trucks
Im steady poppin seals they got me leaning right & leaning left
The come up gone be real say you heard it from the boy himself

Bust a brick down Ima grind this bitch out gram for
Gram

Down to the last shake bag I gotta get it mane
Bitches calling hit ignore ain't got no time for bitching mane
Licks call I gotta answer he Probably want a cutie mane
He probably want half but shit he probably want a whole thang
Ima serve that money don't give a f*ck if he just want a gram
Rollin like a dump truck leaning like a kick stand girl get up off me
Cuz you know that you his bitch man lol

Ay this the come up nigga come & buy a brick or get a zip or two
Ask them niggas at the store that night they know what capitol do
Glocks & choppas pints & pounds L.I.E we mobbing round
Stayed down & came up & now these bitches wipe me down
Dope smoking since I can remember yea I been full of that
To young to buy a cigar so I rolled it in brown bag
To young to drank sum lean but I was pouring ounces back back
To young to own a hand gun but I had 2 38s jack

I'm on a mission for that money n want stop till I get it
It's dono global bitch n please don't make me repeat it

Fresh off a pack step in the club bet yo bitch gone show me some love
Don't need a hundred niggas wit me i put the strap in her uggs

A couple bad bitches on me say they like my demeanor
Im drinking henn out the bottle passing round blunts of reefer

Sold a bag of gas before the show I did last week
Another 2000 pills coming in this week

It's LIE the mob nigga we throwing up middle fingers
Come in yo club stand on couch & disrespect yo security

He want a problem knock him out & after that still kill em
Yo broad she Jockin knocked her off & passed her round to my people

Young nigga getcha doe up don't never fold up
And if a nigga got a problem hollows make em hold up

223s & ARs them bitches come thru doors bra
My lil nigga on a murder charge ain't said a word bra

Ay this the come up nigga come & buy a brick or get a zip or two
Ask them niggas at the store that night they know what capitol do
Glocks & choppas pints & pounds L.I.E we mobbing round
Stayed down & came up & now these bitches wipe me down
Dope smoking since I can remember yea I been full of that
To young to buy a cigar so I rolled it in brown bag
To young to drank sum lean but I was pouring ounces back back
To young to own a hand gun but I had 2 38s jack
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Ay this the come up nigga come & buy a brick or get a zip or two
Ask them niggas at the store that night they know what capitol do
Glocks & choppas pints & pounds L.I.E we mobbing round
Stayed down & came up & now these bitches wipe me down
Dope smoking since I can remember yea I been full of that
To young to buy a cigar so I rolled it in brown bag
To young to drank sum lean but I was pouring ounces back back
To young to own a hand gun but I had 2 38s jack
A pair of dope runner 95s & a digit scale
Some sandwich bags a flip phone & go & get some clientele
Mama wanted me to stay at home but I couldn't do that
I witnessed to much dealing from Lil Dowdy & my brother Cap
I had to go & get it by myself I been said f*ck some help
The come up gone be real gone have the city rolling like some trucks
Im steady poppin seals they got me leaning right & leaning left
The come up gone be real say you heard it from the boy himself

Bust a brick down Ima grind this bitch out gram for
Gram

Down to the last shake bag I gotta get it mane
Bitches calling hit ignore ain't got no time for bitching mane
Licks call I gotta answer he Probably want a cutie mane
He probably want half but shit he probably want a whole thang
Ima serve that money don't give a f*ck if he just want a gram
Rollin like a dump truck leaning like a kick stand girl get up off me
Cuz you know that you his bitch man lol

Ay this the come up nigga come & buy a brick or get a zip or two
Ask them niggas at the store that night they know what capitol do
Glocks & choppas pints & pounds L.I.E we mobbing round
Stayed down & came up & now these bitches wipe me down
Dope smoking since I can remember yea I been full of that
To young to buy a cigar so I rolled it in brown bag
To young to drank sum lean but I was pouring ounces back back
To young to own a hand gun but I had 2 38s jack

I'm on a mission for that money n want stop till I get it
It's dono global bitch n please don't make me repeat it

Fresh off a pack step in the club bet yo bitch gone show me some love
Don't need a hundred niggas wit me i put the strap in her uggs

A couple bad bitches on me say they like my demeanor
Im drinking henn out the bottle passing round blunts of reefer

Sold a bag of gas before the show I did last week
Another 2000 pills coming in this week

It's LIE the mob nigga we throwing up middle fingers
Come in yo club stand on couch & disrespect yo security

He want a problem knock him out & after that still kill em
Yo broad she Jockin knocked her off & passed her round to my people

Young nigga getcha doe up don't never fold up
And if a nigga got a problem hollows make em hold up

223s & ARs them bitches come thru doors bra
My lil nigga on a murder charge ain't said a word bra

Ay this the come up nigga come & buy a brick or get a zip or two
Ask them niggas at the store that night they know what capitol do
Glocks & choppas pints & pounds L.I.E we mobbing round
Stayed down & came up & now these bitches wipe me down
Dope smoking since I can remember yea I been full of that
To young to buy a cigar so I rolled it in brown bag
To young to drank sum lean but I was pouring ounces back back
To young to own a hand gun but I had 2 38s jack
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Writer: Tyler Young
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Length: 3:33
Written by: Tyler Young

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