The Come Up

[Verse]
*Paging Dr Slay*
I’m on the way
Here to resuscitate the game
Giving life to these bitches
I should be gifted
On Mother’s Day

At least give a bitch
A Gift card or something

Or Maybe a basket of muffins

Giving crumbs ,To you bumbs
With your hands out asking for verses

Don’t touch me I’m sterile
Shawty clean in this camero
Gold dripping Like she a Pharos
Bitches obsessing Like they carol

Basking in my presence
Bow before me You peasants

Got these niggas on they knees
Some one go call the reverend

Save the date

Putting these bitches in they place
Line em up at the alter
They Praying that I show em some grace
It’s to late

Sit down
Ain’t no objecting this union

Married to the music
My niggas toasting
Like it’s communion
*yeah*

*yeah*

[Chorus]
Out here serving the feens
Flow like Cooked crack
A nigga Followed her dreams
And never Looked back

Selling these bitches the dream
Getting her waist snatched
She ain’t the girl of my dreams
Just a Hood Rat

In the kitchen I’m whipping
But the vision is different
We playing the same game
But got different positions

In the kitchen I’m whipping
But the vision is different
We playing the same game
But got different intentions

[Verse 2]
Bird bitches is chirping
And these niggas is lurking

Twitter fingers

Y’all wizards In Curtains

That ain’t oz
No that’s odd

Y’all Putting on a facade
And acting like y’all are God
When we both know whose In charge

Last time I checked
Y’all ain’t give me this breath

Come correct

With every move that I step
Imma make sure that I flex
You can be certain I’m next
I’m bound to go down with the best
It’s only a matter of time
I got a bomb strapped to my chest

Kaboom

Niggas scatter the room
Laying niggas in tombs
Niggas is tripping
They must be ventilating the fumes

Air em out

No one
Will hear you shout
You know it’s hard to yell
When the barrel in your mouth

*bring em out, bring em out*
*bring em out, bring em out*
*bring em out, bring em out*
*its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth*
*hu*

[Chorus]
Out here serving the feens
Flow like Cooked crack
A nigga Followed her dreams
And never Looked back

Selling these bitches the dream
Getting her waist snatched
She ain’t the girl of my dreams
Just a Hood Rat

In the kitchen I’m whipping
But the vision is different
We playing the same game
But got different positions

In the kitchen I’m whipping
But the vision is different
We playing the same game
But got different intentions