Wyler Adair - Up lyrics
[Wyler Adair - Up lyrics]
Everybody asking
What do I wanna be when I grow up?
Right now, I'm just living in the moment
There's no need for a glow up
Any day now I'm due to blow up
Collect the dough, fuck a hoe then woah haha
I've been at this too long
But I'm staying strong
I don't think I'm doing anything wrong
Trust me, I've got a plan B
But that won't be needed one day
You'll be forced to agree
Ay, look at my wrist, I'm loaded
Ay, and not with money, I mean bullets
Ay, you really don't wanna do this
Ay, I heard Wyler Adair is ruthless ayy
Tell me something
You mumble fuckers can't tell me nothing
Your music isn't touching
The charts and the hearts be feeling nothing
And that's some skill you'll always lack
Lines are possible without crack
You smell like crap you need a tictac
Then your bars won't be wack, ay
Keep on chatting shit rappers feed off of it
Yeah eating my dinner
I'm more of a winner i feel like a sinner
Let me confess my crimes
I've murdered so many people on the beat
I might need prison time yeah
Pump, Xan, Purpp, Mosey
Yachty, Vert, Blueface, Tracy
All the songs are fucking lazy
You don't know what you're doing maybe
Go back to highschool crazy
I do this shit on the daily
Thinking you can run it round here
The war has just begun
But you've been outdone
I'll pick this back up again
But I ain't going easy on anyone woo!
What do I wanna be when I grow up?
Right now, I'm just living in the moment
There's no need for a glow up
Any day now I'm due to blow up
Collect the dough, fuck a hoe then woah haha
I've been at this too long
But I'm staying strong
I don't think I'm doing anything wrong
Trust me, I've got a plan B
But that won't be needed one day
You'll be forced to agree
Ay, look at my wrist, I'm loaded
Ay, and not with money, I mean bullets
Ay, you really don't wanna do this
Ay, I heard Wyler Adair is ruthless ayy
Tell me something
You mumble fuckers can't tell me nothing
Your music isn't touching
The charts and the hearts be feeling nothing
And that's some skill you'll always lack
Lines are possible without crack
You smell like crap you need a tictac
Then your bars won't be wack, ay
Keep on chatting shit rappers feed off of it
Yeah eating my dinner
I'm more of a winner i feel like a sinner
Let me confess my crimes
I've murdered so many people on the beat
I might need prison time yeah
Pump, Xan, Purpp, Mosey
Yachty, Vert, Blueface, Tracy
All the songs are fucking lazy
You don't know what you're doing maybe
Go back to highschool crazy
I do this shit on the daily
Thinking you can run it round here
The war has just begun
But you've been outdone
I'll pick this back up again
But I ain't going easy on anyone woo!