We Up (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

Yeah, uh-huh

They don't do it how we do

**** ain't on the shit we on, we on

Everything new

Spikes on the Louboutins, 'Boutins

I'm 'round the bullshit like a matador

I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy

Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth

Build with the gods and double knowledge of self

Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion

That pussy make a weak **** break down

So what you want, the cheese or the cheeks?

You want the cheeks, she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat

I'm havin' the epiphany, you **** ain't shit to me

Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from

I'm a Southside ****, yeah, I'm 'bout mine

You be that next **** coroners come outline

You ain't made of what I'm made of

You a bum **** with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers

You counterfeit, fraudulent fakers

What kind of rich **** bitch look like that?

We on now, we pullin' off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top

Shine's on, stuntin', and I'm pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot, but front, I'll make it pop

They don't do it how we do

**** ain't on the shit we on, we on

Everything new

Spikes on the Louboutins, 'Boutins

We up, ****

Visualize everything I needed and dream (Uh-huh)

Penalized every ho **** that ever schemed (What else?)

Guns in your video get you locked in the bing

Me, I kill a **** quick, no worries, my record clean

Murder one become manslaughter soon as they brought up (Whoa)

Charity work, parking tickets and no charges (Oh)

Fuck ****, you fucked over your father

When he gave you a dick, should've been a bitch in pajamas

I made my first million fucking dollars

Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me

Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular

I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody

I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer

Debating on, "Should I fuck or jump on her single?"

Twenty thou', she got a hell of an ad lib

I'm in her mouth like I knew I can have kids, K-Dot

We on now, we pullin' off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top

Shine's on, stuntin', and I'm pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot, but front, I'll make it pop

They don't do it how we do

**** ain't on the shit we on, we on

Everything new

Spikes on the Louboutins, 'Boutins

We up, ****

Good pussy for dinner, b-bomb kush for breakfast

D color VS stones around my neck, bitch

It feels like a **** dreamin'

Seat back, music bumpin', **** leanin'

Bullseye, that's what we came for

The bread, now a **** run the game, boy

The shit that's in the Robb Report, that's in the yard

Malouf livin', I came up so hard

No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain

I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame

We on now, we pullin' off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top

Shine's on, stuntin', and I'm pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot, but front, I'll make it pop

They don't do it how we do

**** ain't on the shit we on, we on

Everything new

Spikes on the Louboutins, 'Boutins

We up, ****