Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come up, artist - Montana of 300. Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come up |
| We done came up on our own |
| All my niggas on |
| Got a wifey at the crib, Imma play her on the low |
| I been blowing hella cones |
| We done came up from nothin now I finally feel at home |
| Ain’t too many niggas, that’s gon' ride with they niggas |
| And go get it when they get it then they split it 50/50, uh |
| Momma never worried, shoot, she never gotta ask |
| Cause her son signin niggas, trendy topic, that’s a fact |
| But they stay on the line |
| Jewels automatic shine |
| Bro want a free feature, but money is time |
| Say they know me now they lyin |
| Shoot, we was never close |
| Old dude was a snake and old girl was a hoe |
| Back up don’t run up |
| Can’t tell, but Domo got it tucked |
| You niggas don’t know us, as much as you think you’re one of us |
| First get yo flow up |
| Then click up and roll up |
| Then y’all get yo dough up |
| Play your role, on your own |
| : Innocent |
| Real niggas come up on the low |
| You wait for moves, we gettin dough |
| The only thing that I have for you is this L |
| All I hear is «bro, cuz», how these niggas know us? |
| I’m so on that I just might turn down a deal |
| : Montana Of 300 |
| UH HUHHH |
| Rap God, every song cold |
| I’m a hunnid nigga like a old soul |
| Tony Montana, with the coke nose |
| I don’t feel a thing so I won’t fold |
| This the wordsmith, standin firm bitch |
| Turnin down deals, what I’m known for |
| Could’ve been rich but I ain’t dumb |
| Took the small route that’s a long road |
| Gettin dough, chauffeur |
| Big chips, I could poke her (poker) |
| Want them big checks, gotta invest, put yo bread in like a toaster |
| Went from sellin weight, now we celebratin |
| Drinks on me like a coaster |
| And I ain’t worried homie cause this 30 on me keep me real warm like my coat fur |
| I’m lit bitch, I’m up hoe |
| I am on nigga like a light switch |
| Known for having bars and killin niggas |
| I am sharp nigga like an ice pick |
| I was in the field like Mike Vick, squeezin hella tools, no vicegrip |
| Kept a big strap for them pussy niggas that be actin hard like a dyke bitch |
| When I’m takin off, broski flyin wit me |
| When I’m navigatin, know that iron wit me |
| Always buyin Glizzys, come and try it wit me |
| Bitches wet, I’m wavy, like Poseidon wit me |
| Everybody witness how I’m bodyin this |
| Came up on my own they wonder «how he did it?» |
| Ain’t no flashin money, I be stashin money, and plus how much I make ain’t |
| everybody business |
| SQUAD |
| Real niggas come up on the low |
| You wait for moves, we gettin dough |
| The only thing that I have for you is this L |
| All I hear is «bro, cuz», how these niggas know us? |
| I’m so on that I just might turn down a deal (Deal, deal) |