We Up Lyrics - Thoughts & Actions - Kendrick Lamar

Yeah, uh-huh 

They don't do it how we do 

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on) 

Everything new 

Spikes on the LouVuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons) 

I'm 'round the bullshit like a matador 

I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter boy 

Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth 

Build with the gods and double knowledge of self 

Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion 

That pussy make a weak nigga break down 

So which you want, the cheese or the cheeks 

You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat 

I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me 

Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from 

I'm a Southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine 

You be that next nigga coroners come outline 

You ain't made of what I'm made of 

You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers 

Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers 

What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? 

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We on now; we pullin' off the lot 

Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top 

Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot 

Strapped with the Glock won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop 

Y'all don't do it how we do 

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on) 

Everything new 

Spikes on the LouVuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons) 

We up, nigga! 

Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh) 

Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?) 

Guns in your video get you locked in a bing 

Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean 

Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up 

Charity work, parking tickets and no charges 

Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick 

Should have been a bitch in pajamas 

I made my first million fucking dollars 

Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me 

Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular 

I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody 

I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer 

Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single 

20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib 

I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot 

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We on now; we pullin' off the lot 

Brake hit the button then we pulling, down the top 

Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot 

Strapped with the Glock won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop 

Y'all don't do it how we do 

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on) 

Everything new 

Spikes on the LouVuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons) 

We up, nigga! 

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast 

D colored VS stones around my neck bitch 

It feels like a nigga dreamin' 

Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin' 

Bulls eye, that's what we came for 

The bread, now a nigga run the game boy 

I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard 

Aloof livin', I came up so hard 

No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain 

I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame