UP

Up up up
Yeah we're going up, up, up
We're going up,up, up
Yeah we're going up, up, up

Yeah we're going up
No I'm not going stop
Run that shit right back
I hit the block with my money gun
Glock 40 is wack
Now play this joint
Play this fucking joint
I just hit the hets
That booty boink
Ooh that booty boink
Busted on her breast

You know I shuffle when I hit it
Call it boogie on that wonderland
I just popped a Millie
Then I fly away l Neverland
Suck right on her tittie
I go milk her with my upper hand
Wish her like I'm Timmy
Then I turn her to the promised land

Up up up
Yeah we're going up, up, up
We're going up, up, up
Yeah we're going up, up, up

'Cause we're going up
I just hit the club
I be feeling stuck got no more feels
Let's just close the deal
Lp being real, Feeding me beats
Like it's fucking meat
Put it on repeat
I got some heat
Girl you swallow seeds
Good I don't need kids no not right now
I be feeling down
'Cause my flow so sick you like a clown
You a fucking clown
Spotlight need to shine yeah right on me
I'm a light skin breed
Y'all just can't compete
Man I'm so free
It's just me and me
Blow like TNT 'cause I be

Up up up
Yeah We're going up, up, up
We're going up, up, up
Yeah We're going up, up, up

Y'all wanna know why I don't trust no niggas
Y'all be judging by my image y'all obsessed with all the figure yeah
Nah I been fucked up for while
I be staring at my dinner
Thinking life has been so bitter
Knowing I could do it better

Making money like cheddar
You know I stack in my sweater
I still don't know what's the matter
I just been reading some letters
I just been getting faster
Some girl I wanted got flatter
And know some other got fatter while I go

Up up up
Yeah we're going up, up, up
We're going up, up, up
Yeah we're going up, up, up

Up up up
Yeah we're going up, up, up
We're going up, up, up
Yeah we're going up, up, up



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Writer(s): Jason Balongo
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