Up Ahead (feat. Salo Marley)

They say you walkin the beat
You ain got money on your mind then stop talkin to me
She think I'm bout to drop a bag so she flockin to me
I got a rocket on my side I'm plottin waitin to see
I got a future up ahead u not gone take that from me
No Panera gettin bread addicted to currency
I got some demons in my head they tryna traumatize me
So many baddies I can choose I'm like one two three

Big Glock on me
Don't run up you get done homie
It's Loudpack all I know is go I don't stop
Run up on me imma pop ya lil top
I send a thot to get the drop on em
Then I pop on em wipe his nose I put the lil switch up on em
You know that imma slime homie
So I'm posted on the black and I'm coolin with my slime homies
Shout out drop that's a blue slime
I got them blues in my pocket Nipsey never died
Run up on me nigga you gone lose your life
One phone call to my dogs you know they slidin
I call Lil Mixxin and we mix it up
I call Young-D you know we pull up with them sticks and trucks
You niggas lame stay in your lane stay in your lane

They say you walkin the beat
You ain got money on your mind then stop talkin to me
She think I'm bout to drop a bag so she flockin to me
I got a rocket on my side I'm plottin waitin to see
I got a future up ahead u not gone take that from me
No Panera gettin bread addicted to currency
I got some demons in my head they tryna traumatize me
So many baddies I can choose I'm like one two three

I'm like one two three
I'm like three fore five
When I step in the party know that shit get live
She turnin up off a molly
I'm tryna sip on some chronic
I got my stick on robotic
I'm tryna fell on lo shawty
Ok let's get it know these niggas ain wit it
Niggas on the block on the clock tryna get a lil richer
No we don't roll no swishers
Bitch see me say freeze tryna take a lil picture
I got ice on me I skate
I pull up inside I rafe
I got bitch she'll give me face
I know I gone go real crazy
If a nigga try to play me I got my three eighth
Mixxin I'm spazzin lately
Not tryna spaz goin crazy
Niggas they hate me why
Prolly cuz I'm fly
B see me say hi pluck her then go bye
Bye birdie no don't try to swerve me
Shoot my shot like Curry James Worthy
Aye where Young-D at he ain on this track
But that's still my nigga we got hella triggers

They say you walkin the beat
You ain got money on your mind then stop talkin to me
She think I'm bout to drop a bag so she flockin to me
I got a rocket on my side I'm plottin waitin to see
I got a future up ahead u not gone take that from me
No Panera gettin bread addicted to currency
I got some demons in my head they tryna traumatize me
So many baddies I can choose I'm like one two three



Credits
Writer(s): Kendle Scott
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