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Level Up

4

Hip-Hop/Rap

Level Up was released on November 15, 2022 by Gccbm as a part of the album Mobties

Song Details

Release DateNovember 15, 2022

LabelGccbm

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM72

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

FlyGuy Supa

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dashawn Jaquan Gadsden

Dashawn Jaquan Gadsden

Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm too lit

Check my fit

Fly sh** only

My bi*** on me

Blue face Rollie

Eighty one pointer like Kobe

I had to level up

I had to go cop me some diamonds

And I got the bezel up

Ni*** be chatting and they talking down

But I got them looking up

Twenty nineteen yea that brand new Chanel

Young ni*** look it up

I got 'em looking up

Fly shi** only

My bi*** on me

Blue face Rollie

Eighty one pointer like Kobe

Ni*** talk down but don't kno me

Ni*** walk around and be phony

Had to get the bag on my doley

Baby girl trying to control me

I'm to lit

Check my fit

Ni*** walk around with the grip

Fed walk with a pit

Score a touchdown on a blitz

Young ni*** chasing that clout

But a young ni*** rather be rich

But a young ni*** rather be rich

Yea Ima taking off like a lear

I get Chanel by the pair

I walk around with no fear

These ni**** can not compare

I keep the gas in the air

I hit up angles ten thousand in singles

They throwing that ass in the air

I'm too bright

With no light

Six rings mike

All my baddies gon take pipe

All my ni**** gon take flight

Young ni*** chasing that clout

But a young ni*** rather be rich

But them young ni*** rather be lit

But a young ni*** rather be rich

They tried to give life to doe breezy

I make this trapping look easy

Better believe it

Yea I'm in the projects cause

All of them young ni**** need me

Run up a milli with feddi and Duffy

Then run up a milli with flee lee

I heard that they want to be me

I heard that they want to clone

Bi*** if I drive it I own it

I had to shoot at opponent

I need gelato I grow it

She want to fu** and I kno it

You get a bag and you blow it

I get a bag and get lit off a pen

And I feel like a motherf**** poet

I had to level up

I had to go cop me some diamonds

And I got the bezel up

Ni*** be chatting and they talking down

But I got them looking up

Twenty nineteen yea that brand new Chanel

Young ni*** look it up

I got 'em looking up

Fly shi** only

My bi*** on me

Blue face Rollie

Eighty one pointer like Kobe

Ni*** talk down but don't kno me

Ni*** walk around and be phony

Had to get the bag on my doley

Baby girl trying to control me

I'm to lit

Check my fit

Ni*** walk around with the grip

Fed walk with a pit

Score a touchdown on a blitz

Young ni*** chasing that clout

But a young ni*** rather be rich

But a young ni*** rather be rich

Ni**** talk crazy

I got ten k in pocket

that eight in my pocket

A ni*** walk crazy

I hit the road in the coup

And I'm ducking the troop

So a ni*** use waves

I got that bag coming in

And then bells going out

So I'm counting for days

Chain on my neck like a slave

I'm in my bag and you know it yea

Stand on the couch with my js

Let a young ni*** glo yea

Don't pull up to pull up

Cause all of my **** on go yea

I'm with them killers for sho yea

I'm with them dealers for sho yea

I love Gucci I need me some mo yea

I love hundreds I need me some Cho's

In the lew yea I be with my woes

I got drip like I can out the nose

In the coup yea she came out her clothes

I got strips like I came out the bank

She got water she came with a tank

Got her ass done she making them faint

Copped a cat and it came with a paint

Pardon me came with a pint

I do what ever I like

I do what ever I want

She got ass you can tell from the front

Want to kick it but I don't not punt

I put it all in her guts

After that I need a blunt

Yea whoa

I had to level up

I had to go cop me some diamonds

And I got the bezel up

Ni*** be chatting and they talking down

But I got them looking up

Twenty nineteen yea that brand new Chanel

Young ni*** look it up

I got 'em looking up

Fly shi** only

My bi*** on me

Blue face Rollie

Eighty one pointer like Kobe

Ni*** talk down but don't kno me

Ni*** walk around and be phony

Had to get the bag on my doley

Baby girl trying to control me

I'm to lit

Check my fit

Ni*** walk around with the grip

Fed walk with a pit

Score a touchdown on a blitz

Young ni*** chasing that clout

But a young ni*** rather be rich

But a young ni*** rather be rich

I'm too lit

Yea I'm too lit

Yea yea check my fit

I'm to bright

With no light

Written by: Dashawn Jaquan Gadsden

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