Link Up Songtext
von Buddy

You was in the club at cabin
Now it′s just lines weekend
Now you locked up in the pen
Real niggas always link up in the end
Now I'm in the studio trapping
Yeah I′m just rapping with my friends
You know how it is, how it goes
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the...


Ayy (Haha)
We can do whatever, nigga
Whatever's clever, nigga, know we way ahead of niggas
They always rappin' like they tryin′ to be better than you
But it′s evident they'll never be the president, I′m tellin' you
I deserve a medal, nigga
Just to cop at a condom at 7-Eleven
′Cause I'm better than that
And I′m tellin' you that
These bitches, these bitches, these bitches, these bitches

These bitches givin' it up, let′s keep it a buck
My heart like a key in the truck
I′m keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck,
I′m keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck
I′m keepin' it...
My niggas not givin′ a fuck, let's keep it a buck
My heart like a key in the truck
I'm keepin′ it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck
I′m keepin' it tucked
My heart like a key in the truck
I′m keepin' it, keepin′ it


Amazon Prime for the fast track, yeah
Niggas in the hood tryna grab that, yeah
Follow the track before you add that, yeah
I don't need a conformation to tell ′em that I'ma smash that
You can get stuck out in traffic
Even when you're in your own lane
Gettin′ money like Bruce
So I guess I′m a slave to my own Wayne
Hoes dance to the soul of they own train
Wanna blow me down like Cold Train
Or match with the king of the hill like propane
Baby got nerve on her like Cobain
Even when I spill game
Bet you that I won't stain up

You was in the club at cabin
Now it′s just lines weekend
Now you locked up in the pen
Real niggas always link up in the end
Now I'm in the studio trapping
Yeah I′m just rappin' with my friends
You know how it is, how it goes
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the...

This feels like nothin′
But everything at the same time
Same trouble in the grave, I'm napalm bomb
Every time make love
You may say I'm a little bit out of my mind
I don′t mind
I don′t be racing for time, I'm alive
I lift a lot, a liquid drop
Love gives a sentence, stitch the block
Since an infant, my intent senses witness, vivid
Shit I shouldn′t be dealing with it but it's killing it
My third trip, am I trill enough for the trilogy?
Truck in the path and you tripping
I′m finna go chat with the I-10, bye ten
Even bitch in the back
They could be fucking up the math, I...
Alright, let's all that roll

You was in the club at cabin
Now it′s just lines weekend
Now you locked up in the pen
Real niggas always link up in the end
Now I'm in the studio trapping
Yeah I'm just rapping with my friends
You know how it is, how it goes
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the end
Real niggas always link up in the