Going Up

Yeah, Yee
Wasted (bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Heard them niggas want static
I'm a leave them boys shocked
Pull up I gotta have it gimme everything ya got
Left ya mans wide open he was ready for the shot
Ain't playing with nobody all you fellas getting rocked
Yeah I know you niggas heard of us, no we ain't no murderers
Just occasional burglars, but only if it's worth it bruh
Really we been trapping like we tryna fuck some rodents up
Flipping packs back to back smell like they need deodorant
Okay nigga say he want a plate I told em order up
Speak in code on my phone want four O's that's an Audi truck
Get it and get gone lingering gone make it hot as fuck
Feds already watching us
Move sloppy
You out of luck
Get out it's going (down)

Shit if 12 pull up it's going
But I ain't scared
Playing with my bread guarantee it's going down
Money on yo head guarantee it's going down
If a nigga touch my brother guarantee it's going down
Police try to bust us guarantee it's going down
Play with me it's going down

Get outta my way
I'm on the interstate sliding I'm just minding my lane
Riding dirty I ain't swerving shit I'm driving Ms. daisy
I know them crackas steady lurking I ain't tryna engage em
And so I'm all under the radar with it
Tryna monitor me they sleep hit the space bar with em
Okay they Tryna chase me I'm chasing dreams not women
Red and blues? Scream cachow, do the race car with em
Let's go, I do the dash I guess I'm doing the most
Man this life moving fast ain't got no time to slow
I got em throwed they can't catch me like they hunting a ghost
S/o grandma praying for me cause without her I know it would go

Yeah cause without her I know it would go
But I ain't scared
Playing with my bread guarantee it's going down
Money on ya head guaranteed it's going down
If a nigga touch my brother guarantee it's going down
Police try to bust us guarantee it's going down
Pla-playing with my bread guarantee it going down
Money on ya head guaranteed it's going down
If a nigga touch my brother guarantee it's going down
Money on yo head guarantee it going down play with me it's going

Hit the town thirty deep, hundred rounds
Talk cheap up in these streets, but I ain't into word of mouth
Mention me next time ya see me Imma up and air it out
Don't threaten me with no police that's something we don't care about
Got them hell dogs watching be cautious fucking with me
If a nigga cough wrong we got a coffin that can fit him
Opposition nonexistent all them niggas getting stepped on
And all that tough shit don't matter if you ain't teflon
They treat me like my air mattress getting slept on
But this gone rally em up this my pep song
Y'all some small dogs ain't tryna get my pet on
And growling gone make me get foul and get my tech on
Not the one to flex on niggas know I got weapons
And I'm selling so much gas Chef should've been short for Chevron
Put the burner on em now niggas like "turn the air on"
But I'm swear that I'm too busy to try to go get my care on
Money on the the same length that my hair on
I know my bitch bad you can get ya stare on
Want war? I'll get my I declare on
And if it's time to ride already got my seat belt on I'm down

You wanna be the fucking greatest b?
You gotta do what the greatest do
You know what that is?
Be fucking great, stupid