UP (feat. Tennisboywill)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
We be going up, up, up
We be going up, up, up, up
Up, up, up
We be going up, up, up, up
Up, up, up
We be going–
I had to pop out the cut (Cut)
They must've thought I was done (Done)
Bitch, I'm one of the ones (The ones)
Bitch, you one of my sons (My sons)
I'm fuckin' this bitch for the fun (Woo)
I walk in this bitch with my gun (Gllt)
Like who you think you foolin'? Yeah
I really hang with shooters, yeah
We can get into it, yeah
How you wanna do it? Yeah
We got FNs, Dracs, and TECs
Play with the gang and we aim at your neck (Gllt)
Fuckin' this bitch, my chain gettin' wеt
She bring her friend, wе makin' a check
I get super booted, yeah
I'm high in this Uber, yeah
She said she wan' take me out
I said, "Girl, let's do it," yeah
I'm with the gang and we runnin' it up
Hundreds 'round my throat, yeah
Hundreds 'round my throat (Hundreds 'round my throat, yeah)
Hundreds 'round my throat (Yeah)
We go up, up, up, up
Up, up, up, up (For real, uh)
I'm in L.A. and we dropping the top (Skrrt)
I'm in L.A. and she dropping the top
I'm fuckin' this bitch, nigga, you mad 'cause you not
I'm fuckin' this bitch, nigga, you mad 'cause you not
Wake up, I feel like the G.O.A.T., yeah
I gotta get up and go, uh
I just woke up to a blessin'
We just been sellin' out shows (Yeah)
No, I ain't sellin' my soul
On some other shit, that's confidential (Confidential)
In this Trackhawk, no, I don't do no rentals (Do no rentals)
She had some issues all that shit was mental (Huh)
She gon pull up cause she know–
We be going up, up, up
We be going up, up, up, up
Up, up, up (Bitch)
We be going up, up, up, up (Bitch)
Up, up (Up), up (Up)
We be going–
I had to pop out the cut (Cut)
They must've thought I was done (Done)
Bitch, I'm one of the ones (The ones)
Bitch, you one of my sons (My sons)
I'm fuckin' this bitch for the fun (Woo)
I walk in this bitch with my gun (Gllt)
Like who you think you foolin'? Yeah
I really hang with shooters, yeah
We can get into it, yeah
How you wanna do it? Yeah
We got FNs, Dracs, and TECs
Play with the gang and we aim at your neck (Gllt)
Fuckin' this bitch, my chain gettin' wet
She bring her friend, we makin' a check
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
We be going up, up, up
We be going up, up, up, up
Up, up, up
We be going up, up, up, up
Up, up, up
We be going–
I had to pop out the cut (Cut)
They must've thought I was done (Done)
Bitch, I'm one of the ones (The ones)
Bitch, you one of my sons (My sons)
I'm fuckin' this bitch for the fun (Woo)
I walk in this bitch with my gun (Gllt)
Like who you think you foolin'? Yeah
I really hang with shooters, yeah
We can get into it, yeah
How you wanna do it? Yeah
We got FNs, Dracs, and TECs
Play with the gang and we aim at your neck (Gllt)
Fuckin' this bitch, my chain gettin' wеt
She bring her friend, wе makin' a check
I get super booted, yeah
I'm high in this Uber, yeah
She said she wan' take me out
I said, "Girl, let's do it," yeah
I'm with the gang and we runnin' it up
Hundreds 'round my throat, yeah
Hundreds 'round my throat (Hundreds 'round my throat, yeah)
Hundreds 'round my throat (Yeah)
We go up, up, up, up
Up, up, up, up (For real, uh)
I'm in L.A. and we dropping the top (Skrrt)
I'm in L.A. and she dropping the top
I'm fuckin' this bitch, nigga, you mad 'cause you not
I'm fuckin' this bitch, nigga, you mad 'cause you not
Wake up, I feel like the G.O.A.T., yeah
I gotta get up and go, uh
I just woke up to a blessin'
We just been sellin' out shows (Yeah)
No, I ain't sellin' my soul
On some other shit, that's confidential (Confidential)
In this Trackhawk, no, I don't do no rentals (Do no rentals)
She had some issues all that shit was mental (Huh)
She gon pull up cause she know–
We be going up, up, up
We be going up, up, up, up
Up, up, up (Bitch)
We be going up, up, up, up (Bitch)
Up, up (Up), up (Up)
We be going–
I had to pop out the cut (Cut)
They must've thought I was done (Done)
Bitch, I'm one of the ones (The ones)
Bitch, you one of my sons (My sons)
I'm fuckin' this bitch for the fun (Woo)
I walk in this bitch with my gun (Gllt)
Like who you think you foolin'? Yeah
I really hang with shooters, yeah
We can get into it, yeah
How you wanna do it? Yeah
We got FNs, Dracs, and TECs
Play with the gang and we aim at your neck (Gllt)
Fuckin' this bitch, my chain gettin' wet
She bring her friend, we makin' a check
Credits
Writer(s): Rakim Hasheem Allen, Irie Williams, Emmanuel Kouadio, Tamir Green
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