We Go Up

Album: single release only (2022)
Charted: 58
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  • New York, stand the fuck up (yeah)
    You know what's goin' on, nigga
    Fivio, Barbie
    Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga
    (That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, pussy) (Papi Yerr)
    Touch my crown again, bitch
    You bitch-ass niggas (bitch-ass niggas)
    It's only one king, it's only one queen (it's only one king, it's only one queen, nigga)
    That's two crowns, nigga
    Baow, grrt (ayo)

    This week, 'Rari ('Rari), next week, Lambo (Lambo)
    Bitch, I'm fly (fly), I don't land though (land though)
    This they funeral (funeral), start the service (service)
    Say my name, make 'em nervous
    Uh, you bitches is salty, I give them pressure (I give them pressure)
    Uh, you bitches is salty, pass me the pepper (pass me the pepper)
    Uh, you bitches be jackin' me like the Ripper (me like the Ripper)
    Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper (sell water to Flipper)
    Uh, I know they tea baggin', bitches is testy
    Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy
    Let's see
    After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
    Now that is what gets me
    This shit ain't new to me, shit is just new to y'all
    I wish a bitch would upon a shootin' star
    You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce
    (Brrt) look up, we shootin' stars

    Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
    Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up
    But I love the way they mob when we roll up
    These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
    I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (show up)
    When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (ho up)
    You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (grow up)
    'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (uh)

    I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as a enemy, bitch (bitch)
    Southside Jamaica we mobbin' them bricks, so pull up with the blicks (blicks)
    Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don't play with the Knicks
    Ayo, that ain't Fivio Foreign, that's Barbie new foreign, bitch
    These? Nah, that ain't Reebok
    We back on that Ewok
    Percocets, gotta detox
    Firearms gon' get restocked
    Shooters hittin' that G-spot
    Bitches imitate, please stop
    Suck his dick like a freeze pop
    First he gotta give me top (brrt)
    Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag
    More colorful than a peacock (peacock)
    Weak niggas gotta get the boot
    Gotta get the boot with no treetop (no treetop)
    He was like, "Who that? She bad", I was like, "Oh, that's bestie"
    I could be all the way covered and still givin' sexy
    I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilepsy
    I don't do coke, little bitch, I don't even do Pepsi, let's see
    How you don't like me but tryna do everything like me?
    That is what gets me

    Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up (get money)
    Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up (take money)
    But I love the way they mob when we roll up (haha)
    These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
    I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Rockaway)
    When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (yo, Dan, what up?)
    You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch from the streets, grow up (don't even come out, bitch)
    'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up

    Yeah, look (grrt)
    Go on a drill and I make it look good to you
    I'll tell my shooter to bully you (I'll tell my shooter to bully you)
    Huh, yeah (yeah)
    That nigga gon' kill you as soon as I look at you (baow, baow, baow, baow)
    (Kill you as soon as I look at you, nigga)
    Huh, yeah
    I never say what I wouldn't do (I'll never say what I wouldn't do)
    (I never say what I wouldn't do)
    Huh, yeah, look
    Open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof (brrt)
    Look, I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression
    I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless
    I'm showin' them growth and I'm teachin' 'em lessons
    Now watch how I'm movin' 'cause I'm the investment
    Fuck her all night and I go and get breakfast
    I don't do paperwork or confessions (nah)
    I don't do internet shows or textin' (nah)
    Shoot up the party, that's sendin' a message (baow) (baow, baow)
    Them niggas started us (them niggas started us)
    The bulletproof was like a guarded truck (yeah, skrrt)
    Ain't no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me (nah)
    And she Barbied up (lil' bitch) (yeah)
    If we see 'em, we shootin' the party up (grrt)
    We ain't squashin' shit, don't try to "sorry" us (nah)
    I got rich friends and they be 'Rari'd up (skrrt)
    If they want to, they shootin' the Garvey up (baow, baow, baow)
    Fivi' (Fivi'), spazzin' (spazzin')
    Two shows (two shows), backend
    Fendi (Fendi), fashion (fashion)
    Fendi (yeah), fashion (look, huh)
    I put your brains on a napkin
    And I tell my demons to whack him
    My nigga died, then that nigga died
    Look, I don't even know how it happened

    Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (get money)
    Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up (take money)
    But I love the way they mob when we roll up (grrt)
    Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
    I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (baow)
    When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up (baow) (what happened?)
    I said we out, you can't breeze with us (baow, don't even come out, bitch)
    And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it's us (baow, don't move)
    Mmm (yeah)

    Grrt (yeah, nigga, you see what's goin' on)
    Queens (boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw) (don't fucking play, nigga)
    (You see how we don't shit)
    Word, we see the slick shit too (they can't stop us, New York City, this shit belong to us)
    (We keep the city safe) yeah
    They can't stop this shit, nigga
    That's it, nigga
    We gon' do what we want, when we want, how we want (uh-huh, it's my city, nigga)
    You niggas don't run around and shit outside like that, nigga (this Nicki city, nigga)
    You heard 'em (don't nothing else matter, nigga)
    They ain't outside like us, nigga
    Fendi Facts (they on the foreign side, nigga, fuck the opps)
    Heavy on that
    Grrt, baow, baow
    And we rep the 9, Queens to Brooklyn (bitch-ass nigga)
    Long live T-dot
    It's Fivi' city (brrt) Writer/s: Anthony Woart Jr., Joshua Goods, Konrad Zasada, Maxie Ryles, Onika Maraj, Szymon Swiatsczak
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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