"Set Him Up" lyrics
(feat. Sincere, Tension)
Do you know what this is?
Yeah, it's coke
It's a kilo
How much it's worth?
25,000
You might be the only one who can do this
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up
And if he goes down, never let him up (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up
And if he goes down, never let him up (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
Look, trust, I know a girl that's the sexiest whore, I'm like "baby, you sure?"
She's like "Wretchy, tek every score"
Bring a TEC or be expecting a war, plus checking the floor
And if he move, leave him checking the Lord
I'm like "he's your man, remember the rings up on your hand"
But I ain't gonna leave without the raw grams
I'll either leave him bleeding in your hands or leave him speaking to the man upstairs
While I'm leaving with the grams, clutch gears, I'll be
Wheel-spinning, either me or Sin, we'll spin him
Just ring me later 'fore you bring it
Course there's something in it for the two of us, preferably more than a Q of dust
When I leave him snookered, that's my cue to buss
Out the house, then I count the pounds up
I ain't too good with division, so honey, listen
If there's money missing from your cup, I didn't bump or dip him nothing
I just come to lif' him up and tek the somethin', then
Took the somethin', then I vanished, left Mr Muscle
Sitting looking baffed like a kid that can't piece the puzzle
Muzzled piece, true, silence is the key
But now I'm smiling with the ki, or less
I would divide it equally, but the math's more stress, poor Wretch, huh
But I ain't jinnal-ing, can't snitch on me like you snitched on him
I roll on the roads, call me Michelin, fair?
And if I don't phone then I'll text, yeah?
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up
And if he goes down, never let him up (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up
And if he goes down, never let him up (Yeah, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything, trust me)
We're from the roadside, we get hungry in the drought time
Tell me something: how we s'posed to live without crime?
No punk for six weeks, no yay for four
If my ribs is touching, then I'm taking yours
Ps and boxes, if your chain's blinging, we will pop it
When niggas is hungry, you can't stop shit
Run up on a nigga, gun-butt him, make him sick
Don't act like a prick, look, we came for the bricks
Don't make me get the kettle out, boil it up and wet you down
Granny looking at the scars, she'll be saying "poor ting"
Niggas is bruck, pocketing you, pushing portions
The game is kinda sticky, I suggest you move cautious
Backshotting your wifey, the bitch is so lawless
Giving up the info so I can plan to stick you up
And if you act too brave then I might have to hit you up
I hate to take from another nigga on the roads, but
Time's running out and I just need the dough
So the boot's your new home 'til your niggas bring the chro, look
Don't make me torture you, iron and hot water you
All for the love of the money, I'm getting down to some fuckery, what?
We're gonna set him up (we're gonna)
I don't really wanna wet him up (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if he goes down, never let him up (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if he goes down, never let him up (If he goes down) (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
You know what you've gotta do
I know this might be hard for you
But it's one of the things that you gotta do
So put everything aside
You know what you've gotta do
I know this might be hard for you
But it's one of the things that you gotta do
So put everything aside
Yeah, it's coke
It's a kilo
How much it's worth?
25,000
You might be the only one who can do this
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up
And if he goes down, never let him up (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up
And if he goes down, never let him up (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
Look, trust, I know a girl that's the sexiest whore, I'm like "baby, you sure?"
She's like "Wretchy, tek every score"
Bring a TEC or be expecting a war, plus checking the floor
And if he move, leave him checking the Lord
I'm like "he's your man, remember the rings up on your hand"
But I ain't gonna leave without the raw grams
I'll either leave him bleeding in your hands or leave him speaking to the man upstairs
While I'm leaving with the grams, clutch gears, I'll be
Wheel-spinning, either me or Sin, we'll spin him
Just ring me later 'fore you bring it
Course there's something in it for the two of us, preferably more than a Q of dust
When I leave him snookered, that's my cue to buss
Out the house, then I count the pounds up
I ain't too good with division, so honey, listen
If there's money missing from your cup, I didn't bump or dip him nothing
I just come to lif' him up and tek the somethin', then
Took the somethin', then I vanished, left Mr Muscle
Sitting looking baffed like a kid that can't piece the puzzle
Muzzled piece, true, silence is the key
But now I'm smiling with the ki, or less
I would divide it equally, but the math's more stress, poor Wretch, huh
But I ain't jinnal-ing, can't snitch on me like you snitched on him
I roll on the roads, call me Michelin, fair?
And if I don't phone then I'll text, yeah?
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up
And if he goes down, never let him up (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up
And if he goes down, never let him up (Yeah, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything, trust me)
We're from the roadside, we get hungry in the drought time
Tell me something: how we s'posed to live without crime?
No punk for six weeks, no yay for four
If my ribs is touching, then I'm taking yours
Ps and boxes, if your chain's blinging, we will pop it
When niggas is hungry, you can't stop shit
Run up on a nigga, gun-butt him, make him sick
Don't act like a prick, look, we came for the bricks
Don't make me get the kettle out, boil it up and wet you down
Granny looking at the scars, she'll be saying "poor ting"
Niggas is bruck, pocketing you, pushing portions
The game is kinda sticky, I suggest you move cautious
Backshotting your wifey, the bitch is so lawless
Giving up the info so I can plan to stick you up
And if you act too brave then I might have to hit you up
I hate to take from another nigga on the roads, but
Time's running out and I just need the dough
So the boot's your new home 'til your niggas bring the chro, look
Don't make me torture you, iron and hot water you
All for the love of the money, I'm getting down to some fuckery, what?
We're gonna set him up (we're gonna)
I don't really wanna wet him up (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if he goes down, never let him up (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
We're gonna set him up
I don't really wanna wet him up (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if he goes down, never let him up (If he goes down) (Uh, I'll take everything
If you act up, I'll break everything)
You know what you've gotta do
I know this might be hard for you
But it's one of the things that you gotta do
So put everything aside
You know what you've gotta do
I know this might be hard for you
But it's one of the things that you gotta do
So put everything aside
