MusicByDiv - Come Up Lyrics

In my ends yeah
With my friends yeah
We just want them bands yeah
Gather dividends yeah
Imma drop some heat now
I just hit that yeet now
Not from the Rex or from the six
But I grew up in B-Town
Not from the streets
Different type of beat
My homies gonna eat
Back to back and we repeat
Wake up get on that grind yeah
We ain't wasting time yeah
Rocking with my slimes yeah
Let's get it

Yeah I'm just a brown boy on the come up
My boy hit my phone and Imma pull up
It's gon' be a trip Imma slow up
Yeah, I just wanna cop myself a Benz truck
I just want those diamonds on my bracelet
But that's a plan only if I make it
So I gotta get on the grind
I be making hits all of the time
Gotta do this in my prime
Don't got time to waste any time yeah

Hit after hit
Sip after sip (Yeah)
Trip after trip
It's lit at the crib (It's lit)
Hit up the store
Your boy from the North (Brr)
Hop out the Porsche
Your girl at my door

Tryna pull up in them foreigns see me flex
With them VVS's all up on my neck
Tryna figure out a plan because I know
That I'm up next girl (I'm up next)
Why you blowing up my phone with all these texts
Yeah I just want that ice I want that drip
Cause I'm getting tired of my Mazda whip
Finna make a promise to my momma
That I'll get these racks yeah
Cause I know she deserves way more than just a nap

In my ends yeah
With my friends yeah
Skrrting in a Benz yeah
Gather dividends yeah
We don't do no pills we chasing mills
Just got that grind all on my mind yeah
We racing time yeah

Yeah flooded ice
Just list the price (Yeah)
Hit the lights
I want that life (It's lit)
Gave her the pipe
She stayed the night (Night)
Cause she my type
I hit it right

Yeah I'm just a brown boy on the come up
My boy hit my phone and Imma pull up
It's gon' be a trip Imma slow up
Yeah, I just wanna cop myself a Benz truck
I just want those diamonds on my bracelet
But that's a plan only if I make it
So I gotta get on the grind
I be making hits all of the time
Gotta do this in my prime
Don't got time to waste any time yeah

Hit after hit
Sip after sip (Yeah)
Trip after trip
It's lit at the crib (It's lit)
Hit up the store
Your boy from the North (Brr)
Hop out the Porsche
Your girl at my door

Tryna pull up in them foreigns see me flex
With them VVS's all up on my neck
Tryna figure out a plan because I know
That I'm up next girl (I'm up next)
Why you blowing up my phone with all these texts

In my ends yeah
With my friends yeah
We be getting bands yeah
Gather dividends yeah
Your girl say she a freak now
You gon' catch this heat now
Trigger gonna squeeze now
Your boy came out of B-Town