We Up

They said Ingo did not drop He must be deceased Bitch I'm at the top I can see the East I can see the west, and he got a vest And he got a chop, ready to make a mess If you got an issue go and say it with your chest (pussy) I don't pray to God but I just know I'm fuckin' blessed Came up from the bottom now we really gettin' checks How the f*ck you hatin' know your daughter still impressed Ingo gettin' money like a old Caucasian He got every car for any occasion Please stay over there I don't care if you hatin' I know that you broke and I'm over here raging We the hot topic we make them turn pages We got high shelf, top za, good fragrance We got hot shells, Hollows, not Cajun How we went from broke to rich ain't no equation She askin' what's a Pint (What's a Pint) (What's a Pint) I said it numb the pain (Numb the pain) (Numb the pain) This shit don't hit the same (No it don't hit the same) I still sip everything I can (ahhh) They tryna ask me what's the move (They tryna ask me what's the move) I ain't gon' tell them what I do (I ain't gon' tell em nun at all) They said get rich or die trying (ahhh) But I ain't get to pick and choose (I ain't get to pick and choose) Red what I'm ridin' in Benz what I'm slidin' in Sliding to the P, give me a minute hoe, I'm flying in Cartier lens, bitch I'm buying it That's some za now I'm frying it Brodie got a choppa and it strike just like lightning Bro in the tint, that shit freighting This not lab, grown diamonds All my diamonds really shinin' in the night that shit so vibrant We got a temp, ain't no hiding it Yea we grew up in that violence Yea my bro really a taker, he a motherfuckin' Pirate They said Ingo did not drop He must be deceased Bitch I'm at the top I can see the East I can see the west, and he got a vest And he got a chop, ready to make a mess If you got an issue go and say it with your chest (pussy) I don't pray to God but I just know I'm fuckin' blessed Came up from the bottom now we really gettin' checks How the f*ck you hatin' know your daughter still impressed Have you heard of L4C? Have you heard of Ingo Steve? Have you heard Lil' Chino Angel 215 That's WE! I been said that we top three And I'm not sayin' it just for a week We the best that shit forever And I'm gon' put that shit on the P And I'm gon' put that shit on the guys If you think you better, you gotta be fried Why is you sittin' here tellin' these lies When you be alone you probably cry I be the best till I go in the sky, bitch I ain't gone yet, I'm still alive Talkin' he saying, he shoot a lil' gun, We know that you pussy, you ain't gon' Side That nigga a bitch, bro on me He a hoe, He tryna diss my nigga like, what the f*ck that nigga on, he out his fuckin' mind And he a bitch Nah, F*ck that, bro, he a bitch, stamped On the guys on the P on everything on L4C , that nigga a bitch bro And his music trash