Came Up Lyrics

(Hook)

We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up

I come from under the bottom nigga, I came up

So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin’

I’m like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”

We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up

I come from under the bottom nigga, we came up

So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin’

I’m like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”

(Verse 1)

Little leather niggas get it,

I come from the back door with 40 lil’ live niggas with me

All on mollies, it’s nothin’, fresh niggas they up

Some in the mail room and the club lightin’ blunts up

Walk through me, jewelry, clothes and silks only

Besides gallons of milk with big bills on me

True, the jewels is fluorescent

They used to light niggas who got all they shines out, stretch ‘em

Do you in the dark, whatever come out the light

Better be bread or weed or gold tonight

Get the scheme and shoot the shit up, with real niggas in here

They all mine as long as they know the night

Yeah that’s the shit I don’t like,

Shorty gave me dome hype

Grab her face mask, don’t bite

I’m in my mansion in the zone writin’

I’m known for throwin’ lightnin’

I stand alone, yo, one titan!

(Hook)

We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up

I come from under the bottom nigga, I came up

So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin’

I’m like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”

We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up

I come from under the bottom nigga, we came up

So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin’

I’m like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”

(Verse 2)

Push the 7 in the rain, come through with seven chains

They call me Young Legend out in Maine

Known for tiltin’ niggas wigs

Don’t kill the kids for not knowing where real rap remains

Treacherous emcess, react like Jack Dempsey

Yeah, the Billboard whore, and I’m Pimp C

Fly as ever, one level, one rebel

Cool out in the Caymans with thugs, crews and gangs

Yeah I rap for the merrier, dance my ass off

Paper chasin’, Captain America

Fly high, lavas’ll drive by

Team of live wires, we catch you outside, we fry liars

Yeah, them blow kids live on the gold, kids

Never go broke, rather toke, just smoke nigs

Killers know to call me the GOAT

For murderous rap music that get inside your head is dope

(Hook)

We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up

I come from under the bottom nigga, I came up

So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin’

I’m like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”

We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up

I come from under the bottom nigga, we came up

So many niggas surround me wanna flame somethin’

I’m like “cool out, no money in it, changeup”