27UP by K. Rose Lyrics
[Intro]
Cmon, Saphire Beats
Got a pen, then I wrote down number, wrote down hundreds, #Plans
All over the city, we mash it, tryna wet suttin down, not snap it
Bow
ND O
Having conversations, late with bro, doing master planning
Bow
[Verse 1]
They never pulled up with nuttin in years, juss 3s, when we do it in seconds
I still throw up my 7, still get calls from my jail, its stressing
But we step anywhere we please
Its all mad when we fly with humps, tryna make sure the smoke dont sneeze
We do it in 2s or 3s, light up your block then leave
I got mine, got Traps got his, the trap pays off, so we bring this beef
I take no days off like Ps, and this Nokia phone ain't letting me sleep
I got bro bro bangin Rihanna, the way that he work work work all week
All over the city, we mash it, tryna wet suttin down, not snap it
Im old school, we ain't throwing liquid, thats bitch shit, go and get slapping
Notorious mob, no capping
Having conversations, late with bro, doing master plannin
And the opps pree more than bitches, coming like hoes how they all on chattings
Im in slims, tryna carry this one, bro switched lanes, weve been waiting on traffic
M Trapping forming trap shit, still do it with my hook, no captain
Went tizz late nigt, tryna score pics, same way we did it on soc
Two years bringing packs and phones
Now they got me dressed in black, not white
Im in tinch, tryna stay in the skys, we got polls that will take mans life
The poll stays there, I ain't giving her pipes
And I know bae thinks im cheating, I was on basic, on cells creeping
Cmon, Saphire Beats
Got a pen, then I wrote down number, wrote down hundreds, #Plans
All over the city, we mash it, tryna wet suttin down, not snap it
Bow
ND O
Having conversations, late with bro, doing master planning
Bow
[Verse 1]
They never pulled up with nuttin in years, juss 3s, when we do it in seconds
I still throw up my 7, still get calls from my jail, its stressing
But we step anywhere we please
Its all mad when we fly with humps, tryna make sure the smoke dont sneeze
We do it in 2s or 3s, light up your block then leave
I got mine, got Traps got his, the trap pays off, so we bring this beef
I take no days off like Ps, and this Nokia phone ain't letting me sleep
I got bro bro bangin Rihanna, the way that he work work work all week
All over the city, we mash it, tryna wet suttin down, not snap it
Im old school, we ain't throwing liquid, thats bitch shit, go and get slapping
Notorious mob, no capping
Having conversations, late with bro, doing master plannin
And the opps pree more than bitches, coming like hoes how they all on chattings
Im in slims, tryna carry this one, bro switched lanes, weve been waiting on traffic
M Trapping forming trap shit, still do it with my hook, no captain
Went tizz late nigt, tryna score pics, same way we did it on soc
Two years bringing packs and phones
Now they got me dressed in black, not white
Im in tinch, tryna stay in the skys, we got polls that will take mans life
The poll stays there, I ain't giving her pipes
And I know bae thinks im cheating, I was on basic, on cells creeping