502 Come Up Lyrics - Trapsoul - Bryson Tiller

Yeah-yeah-eah-eah 

For real though, it's so wild now 

This shit crazy yeah 

Woke up in the hills this morning 

Asking myself, how did I get here this morning? 

Vonte Parker in that teal and orange 

And Russell in that gold and purple 

Youngest from the Ville, imported 

I used to sit up in my room and ponder 

Finished school and get a Doctors 

I'm twenty-two, I gotta get it now 

Man who knew he'd have it figured out? 

Trapsoul, man, I crack codes 

Crack cocaine, that's what we putting out 

These fuck niggas saying 

Don't forget when you was broke, I was looking out 

And some say there's levels to this shit 

Damn look at all the levels that I skipped 

Feeling like there's a medal I should get 

All these haters getting heavy on my dick 

Look at my niggas, chasing paper 

Getting books with my niggas 

How the fuck can people back home say I smy niggas 

Your two cents ain't working for me 

All you niggas sound commercial to me, man 

I don't like commercial niggas 

Please shut the fuck up before I hurt you 

Fuck your feelings 

Don't take it personal, it's nothing personal 

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This a Derby City come up, this a Derby City vertical 

First forty-eight, straight murder you 

For years and years we waited on this 

Living in a place folks didn't know exist 

Surprise motherfucker, we up in this bitch! 

I said I'm back and I'm so much better 

I'm so, so much better 

And I won't stop (Louis) 

I can't stop 

Not now (Louis) not ever (Louis, Louis) 

Louis slugger with the hits 

Knock them out the park then I'm knocking down your bitch 

I'm watching how you pitch 

I'm not from Houston, no, I'm not from 'round the six 

Got the four series, I should cop the six after the world series 

I just taught the rich 'bout palm trees and bad bitches 

And how these snakes can harm me with bad business 

Damn, fuck out of here nigga 

It's very rare for young black men to come up out of here nigga 

Some will call it luck and some will call me up 

I ain't heard from you in years 

Please get the fuck out my ear nigga 

My peers get it 

Only G-O-D can judge me, fuck the jurisdiction 

I'm working, ain't got time for thirsting 

Over how these chicks appear in pictures 

I'm just painting crystal clear pictures 

Brushing up on my lyrics nigga 

I just wish momma was here to live up under chandeliers with us 

I guess all I ever had to do was take this shit a little more serious 

Let's get it 

There's not much to say 

Woah, I'm from the southside 

God Tiller