Uppin!

Lil bitch and we going up lets go!
LI we going up, little bitch yeah we going up let's go
LI we going up, little bitch yeah we going up let's go
LI we going up, little bitch yeah we going up let's go

I carry a stick bitch and you know that I came through with my pole
Can't fuck with no big bitch but I got a big stick on the low
Little bitch I'm a misfit and I'm having my way, way out of control
Whip fast I'm a tint it and I'm doing the dash I don't pay no toll
12 on my ass and I'm doing the dash on my soul!
Feel like Chief Keep bitch
Almighty So man I carry this cash on my Glo
This ain't no water on me, Big drip I swear I got infinite flows
Diamonds dancing, Slatt season in this bitch I could show you a show
Contact me niggas they copy and pace but this money don't clone
Paper chase all of this money on me you could look at my toes
Cookin it Cookin it all of that white on her nose and it came from the snow
Pots Pans double XXL not my body til then it's the stove

Yeah I might buss out the zip this not Cookies this Krunch
Mimosa elite member them days when I take out my bookie to Brunch
Check the receipts Ski Mask all black if I lose get them Slumped
Check out my losses Paolo Banchero ballin I'm rookie the month
Word to my mother I don't do it for bitches, bitch I do it to Stunt!
Fuck all you niggas that doubted a nigga, now I do it for fun
This that 6'2 power I tower a nigga
Cause you niggas my son
You just might have a little clique or have a little squad but I carry a gun!

Rick Owen fits told my little bitch I ain't shit but I swear that I'm Cunt
My bitch got tater tot tits bitch I am Slatt
But I'm slick come guzzle my cum
Way that I crack out the liter
Swear I'm too fried and I feel like Vegeta
Tokyo drift on the meter
She don't know shit and I swear I don't need her
Acting too cray of the Quay
Swing like I'm Griffin but feel like I'm Peter
Hunnid home runs at the base
I'm from New York and they love me like Jeter
Suggest that you get out my way
1,2,3 sticks I might give you a fever
I do what I want and I take!
Making my way how they call me a Cheetah

Brody switch lanes out the Jag we about to cop us a P from the DMV
Throw down two pills and a tab
You would've sworn that we work at the GMC
Bitch I'm getting too hot in this mask
Everybody know dub the law like B.I.G.
Fuck around brought in a cast, plenty shooters on demand like TNT
Honey bun drip for the Fash
You can not step to a nigga I'm way out your league
Come with a grip and a mask
Leave a nigga shirt red in the Canada breeze
You could just do what you want but it come with a fee
LI we going up
I do not fuck with your friend cause them bitches deceit

LI we going up, bitch yeah we going up let's go!
LI we going up, bitch yeah we going up let's go!
LI we going up, bitch yeah we going up let's go!
LI we going up, bitch yeah we going up let's go!



Credits
Writer(s): Davian Hart
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