Mont Gotti - Came Up ft Migggy lyrics

[Mont Gotti: Verse 1] Young n***a I done came up In the sky, sippin champ with my feet up I told you I'ma do it Glock 40 boy don't make me use it Give a f** about my enemies In the co*kpit talkin to the pilot Every n***a that you see with me Keep a gun f** n***a and they ridin Sippin champ in the sky Damn I done came up Sippin lean out the bottle Smokin weed out the dutch My b**h got Guiseppe k**in these n***as I'm shootin like Reggie Gettin this money The Lord come and get me You sleep on Mont Gotti I'm comin like Freddy Chi n***a but I'm laid back I do it for my n***as workin hard in the trap My life is amazing You n***as got b**h crazy Why the f** is you hatin? Talkin bad when I'm not around Then try to smile in my face You n***as be k**in me I'm gettin this paper You sleep I'm up grindin Wanna bone put the time in Hardly home but I'm reppin Where the OG's be steppin Custom shoes with the Gators on Bad b**h like Nia Long Designer jeans, spiked Loubs on [Mont Gotti: Verse 2] I don't why these n***as be hatin man I came from nothin We just went out there and did it We muthaf**in Go Gettas What's it gonna take for yall to get the message? I'm cuttin n***as off I won't miss my blessing 22 living life like a young king Bout the sh** I dare a p**y n***a test me No more standin for the bus The boy Gotti came up Westbrook on the court You n***as be talkin and ain't makin noise I walk on the stage, I f** the sh** up They come to my joints and room liquor and blunts Damn I done came up, [?] Came in with nothin I'm playin with money [?] is comin, you don't by now You gon know by the summer Rollin up weed & countin up hunnids Maserati, Ferragamo sh** on me [?] More dough now these b**hes they want me I tell em to slide they can't get nothin from me Got up and worked and I'm bustin my a** And I sip out the bottle, f** yo cla** All of my b**hes got titties and a** And all of my n***as we chasin this cash Got 20 years on me I'm takin my chance Beamer is nice I'm in love with the Benz In my own lane No father no trip I just bagged a foreign Minaj with her friend Where n***as is back Withcho a** on yo back Knock you off yo ten toes Ain't no runnin from bruh My n***a Luh got the strap n***as wild in the trap Got that brown paper bag money We gettin that We gettin that Brown paper bag money n***a Marco World b**h We Out Here [Migggy: Verse 1] I! I made amends with my last wife Swear to God it's like I've done this in my f**in past life One take, n***a no breaks yeah, that's right Two steps got the wholesale sellin half price Three bricks turned to four tires on the street b**h Plead fifth every time they askin if I see sh** Peep this, you will never see me in no v6 Seven series with an eighth of coke and weed mixed Sweet fix, girl you need this Got the nine and the dime piece cum before me That's a prefix Word I'ma be the one to put the team on Tell me that I'm sleepin I'ma tell you n***a dream on Yo girl love me cause I heam long Slippin out them jeans Man she lucky that the seams strong Get it any means Talkin til the green is streets long Eyes low smoke until I feel like f**in Cheech Chong Got the drank like it's runnin from the tap On lock with my city got my n***as on my back If he rat then you know his neck snapped in a sec Bros called me collect Never got his b**h back Lil n***a in the prime Only focus is to shine Every moment I be blessed Never goin in rewind Gotti got the gas, my n***as we go and grind Hunnids all up in the band, you'll never see me recline Migggy!