[Lyric] We Up (Ron Rare)

[Chorus: Ron Rare]
All my niggas 'bout a bag, and all my niggas tryna eat
I'm the nigga with the bands, and I'm the nigga with the heat
My young nigga 19, with a matching G19
My other nigga 19, and he in that AMG
All my niggas up, yeah my niggas really up
I been focused on that bag baby, I ain't tryna fuck
Them opps keep on dissing, so them niggas outta luck
Ima pull up with that F&N and make a nigga duck

[Verse 1: Ron Rare]
Aye, niggas know I'm tryna score
I ain't focused on my opps, 'cause them niggas really hoes
I can call a blitz, and I'm plugged in with 14
If I call a nigga gone, they gon' come and kick yo' door
On my mama nigga, I know that you niggas don't want drama nigga
All my niggas hate having jobs, so they robbing niggas
Spot a nigga, if I spot the nigga then I got the nigga
Pull up with that pretty little chop, and get to chopping niggas
On my mama, niggas know that we been dropping shit
Once them killers get up on your head, I can't stop the shit
I got gold all up on my finger, we ain't boxing shit
Bitches want to fuck me for my bands and my accomplishments
Aye, niggas know I'm getting guapalade
She say she don't really give head, she giving top today
Ima pull up on my opps with 'Ks and wipe 'em all away
If we ain't talking 'bout no money, we can't conversate
[Chorus: Ron Rare]
All my niggas 'bout a bag, and all my niggas tryna eat
I'm the nigga with the bands, and I'm the nigga with the heat
My young nigga 19, with a matching G19
My other nigga 19, and he in that AMG
All my niggas up, yeah my niggas really up
I been focused on that bag baby, I ain't tryna fuck
Them opps keep on dissing, so them niggas outta luck
Ima pull up with that F&N and make a nigga duck

[Verse 2: Rico 2 Smoove]
Aye, aye, aye, Rico 2 Smoove you hear me?
Sneak dissing on the neem, must be tweaking off that pookie
But some niggas tried to do me, but couldn't handle a fully
Niggas say he gang, but he ain't gang, who he kidding?
He was sleeping on 2 Smoove, and now he sleeping with the fishes
All my niggas tryna get it, whipping up in the kitchen
We with precision on the road, running to the chicken
Them opps dissing, so it's up, and it's stuck there
I just copped a G36, we ain't fighting fair
All my niggas really up, that's why these suckas mad
These little niggas like my sons, I'm really they dad
My baby mama keep on bopping, she a cold bitch
Won't hesitate to call the cops, then she a cold snitch
But I ain't worried, Ima get it for Rico and Ray
So when they grown, they got some M's in that fucking bank
I'm tryna get 'em everythang that I never had
Remember struggling with my mama, I ain't have a dad
[Chorus: Ron Rare]
All my niggas 'bout a bag, and all my niggas tryna eat
I'm the nigga with the bands, and I'm the nigga with the heat
My young nigga 19, with a matching G19
My other nigga 19, and he in that AMG
All my niggas up, yeah my niggas really up
I been focused on that bag baby, I ain't tryna fuck
Them opps keep on dissing, so them niggas outta luck
Ima pull up with that F&N and make a nigga duck