Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Up, artist - Bricc BabyDate of issue: 08.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Up |
| Thirty thou' our feet up |
| She up |
| Yeah, Bricc, it’s Bricc |
| Apartment |
| It’s that motherfucking Chiraq, LA shit |
| Apartment |
| Find a apartment |
| My bitch, at home, she up |
| Fin' pick brick up |
| Quarter milli', it’s re up |
| Blow that Draco, then we up |
| Check the scoreboard, we up |
| Backing out, we up |
| Stacking up, we up |
| Hold up, bitch, we up |
| Thirty thou' feet up |
| I got my feet up |
| I chop it like a reup |
| Fuck your mom, mamacita |
| Just to set me up |
| Load the Draco, now we up |
| Check the scoreboard, now we up |
| Condo, apartment |
| My rent 3 bucks |
| Staying here 'til my lease up |
| My bitch was too wet |
| I was fucking my sheets up |
| Rock Margielas in the club |
| I was fucking my sneaks up |
| I was fucking this newbie, I think her name Nisha |
| Yeah |
| Walking all over this beat, I’m a real Crip, on my neck |
| I blow that Draco, got blood on my teeth |
| I just bust down with V |
| Nigga, now we up, reclining my feet |
| Goyard my waist and that shit wasn’t cheap |
| Gucci my, yeah, I’m on double Gs |
| Gold on my reup’s a hundred a piece |
| Bang |
| I just popped me two XOs |
| Then I pour promethazine up |
| Rocking that Gucci and Chanel |
| Talking on two iPhone 6s |
| Rolling up that OG Gas, yup |
| Spending too much on my drugs, yeah |
| Driving like I’m in a rush |
| And I am mixing the lean with the Crush |
| Yeah |
| Fetty, Wap |
| Park that Bentley coupe right in the valet |
| Tell me you get |
| A hundred pounds of- from Cali |
| You know Bricc |
| The plug, nah, I ain’t doing no capping |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| These niggas is scared, 'cause they just rappers |
| My bitch, at home, she up |
| Fin' pick brick up |
| Quarter milli', it’s re up |
| Blow that Draco, then we up |
| Check the scoreboard, we up |
| Backing out, we up |
| Stacking up, we up |
| Hold up, bitch, we up |
| Thirty thou' feet up |
| I got my feet up |
| I chop it like a reup |
| Fuck your mom, mamacita |
| Just to set me up |
| Load the Draco, now we up |
| Check the scoreboard, now we up |
| My coupe (my car) |
| Is a Super Sport (it's quick) |
| Inside |
| It match the outside |
| OG |
| Gas is so damn loud |
| I’m smoking inside |
| I should be outside |
| Car is so fast it go fucking «rrrr» |
| They tried to give me electric chair |
| So many drugs, it could fill a boat |
| Diamonds on water, your bitch could float |
| Fucked on your bitch 'cause she been a hoe |
| Sprinkle the molly, she like the dope |
| Food up, nigga, we winning just check the score |
| Maison Marigela from head to toe |
| I’m finna go get me a zip |
| It’s on my hip |
| My denim ripped |
| It cost a grip, I’m finna flip |
| I just walked out of Saks Fifth |
| Spend your guap, that’s a backflip |
| I make my money half kick |
| I pour up, nothing but Actav' |
| Valee sipping Act still |
| Pop Perky, no Advil |
| Pop from |
| New Rollie, just add chill |
| VS like chandelier |
| Rosé, don’t sip on the beer |
| I put the bricks on the leer |
| Take off, now we out of here |
| My bitch, at home, she up |
| Fin' pick brick up |
| Quarter milli', it’s re up |
| Blow that Draco, then we up |
| Check the scoreboard, we up |
| Backing out, we up |
| Stacking up, we up |
| Hold up, bitch, we up |
| Thirty thou' feet up |
| I got my feet up |
| I chop it like a reup |
| Fuck your mom, mamacita |
| Just to set me up |
| Load the Draco, now we up |
| Check the scoreboard, now we up |