Come Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
She said "I can't f*ck with him, he way too picky"
I just spilled a pint of lean on all my di*kies
I got 30 b*tches in the Appalachians
Mountain, as the time ticks, they acting weirder
Check my tag, the numbers count on all my sweaters
Boy, that's Margiela
n*gga you know you ain't counting cheddar
Ask your baby girl who f*ck her better
b*tch it's 20-15, it's Trick Daddy
Whippin' n*ggas like the slave master
20 karats in my left wrist, I'm a youth pastor
Sliding down your city real slow
Braids out with the red 'fro
With the platinum teeth, n*gga good grief
When a n*gga smile all you see is bling
Chef Master when I start up beef
Got these n*ggas hating cause I mm, damn
n*ggas hating cause I'm flexing harder
Quick to run it up like Tiki Barber
Chopper make a n*gga think smarter
Chopper make a n*gga second guess
Is this n*gga here really my n*gga, or am I just trying hard to impress?
Hmm, now he thinking
Diamonds sparkle got these n*ggas blinking
Chardo-Sunday nights, momma drinking
Demon soul inside a holy heaven
[Verse 2: Soop]
I'm in this ditch like a camper
Creeping, late night in I'm a vamper
Don't let my young boys attack you
I'm with that sh*t like a pamper
They say that they trick but I'm Damper
When I'm in that bed it ain't Tamper
These n*ggas be creeping like cancer
She jump on my pole like a lancer
I'm red-on-red look like I'm Prancer
Dib and dabbing in the London cabbie
Boy that yappa-chopper started thunder clapping
n*gga rah-rah like a dungeon dragon
And a cra-cra if you think you capping
But my 'migos stamping me a newer package
I'ma ship it over to an Egypt palace
Sippin' lean out a golden chalice
While he looking like a f*cking salad
You could see the karats in the band of children
I'm across the water looking like a pilgrim
Money, money, what an open feeling
Y'all been watching looking like a thriller
Always street-whippin' looking like I'm Tigger
Boy that new thing looking like Shakira
And she give thanks like we in November