Up
What
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Frost, you're the boss you dig
I'm with the band
We gonna march
Drippin' on land
Livin' at large
Yeah
Yeah
I'm with the band, We gonna march
Whippin' the jag, Push it to start
Drippin' on land, We Livin' at large
Deep in my bag, It's too much to be counting it up
Up, up
You want the smoke then it's up
Up, up
You are not ready for us
Us, us
Straight to the top, going up
Up, up, up
Going up
Pouring the syrup, no Canada
I know that you cappin', yeah
Cause shit just not adding up
Up
And I'm in a broad, I like when she back it up
It's feeling spectacular, The life of a bachelor
Yeah, uhh
I'm going off, They know not to play with us
We got the strap with us, Like Sponge with the spatula
Yeah, yeah
These niggas is pussy, they ain't man enough
I'm a keep stunting like they not mad enough
I'm on my shit, I swear they can't tell me none
I never miss in the stu, I burn it up
Like it's a stick up
We gonna shoot it up, up
Call me Tony Stark
House ain't suited up, up
They gonna lose to us, yeah
I'm in the water with sharks, yeah
You in the puddle with tadpoles
You are not fucking with us, naw
I'm with the band, We gonna march
Whippin' the jag, Push it to start
Drippin' on land, We Livin' at large
Deep in my bag, It's too much to be counting it up
Up, up
You want the smoke then it's up
Up, up
You are not ready for us
Us, us
Straight to the top, going up
Up, up, up
Mmm
How I walk on the beat like pedestrian
Whole lot of commas, a whole lot of decimals
They don't want beef, they be into the vegetables
Stay with the heat, leave you needing some medical
Niggas hysterical
If I run into the opp I'm like "There they go"
Now what you saying hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Count up, I'm putting the profit in duffles
It's a whole lot of cash
Pile it up, I'ma stack up till it tumbles
Started an avalanche
Treat that hoe like she valet go and park it
Then I go do my dance
I tried to tell the little bitch that I'm heartless
But she still took a chance
Watch when I blow, we hitting Neiman Marcus
We dropping a bag
She be like "Youngin Vin you the hardest"
Like, I ain't know that
All my niggas special ed, they retarded
Play and it's gon' be yo ass
Got that water soaker, proceed with caution
Cause we can get em wet
It's too much to be counting it up
Up, up
You want the smoke then it's up
Up, up
You are not ready for us
Us, us
Straight to the top, going up
Up, up, up
Going up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Frost, you're the boss you dig
I'm with the band
We gonna march
Drippin' on land
Livin' at large
Yeah
Yeah
I'm with the band, We gonna march
Whippin' the jag, Push it to start
Drippin' on land, We Livin' at large
Deep in my bag, It's too much to be counting it up
Up, up
You want the smoke then it's up
Up, up
You are not ready for us
Us, us
Straight to the top, going up
Up, up, up
Going up
Pouring the syrup, no Canada
I know that you cappin', yeah
Cause shit just not adding up
Up
And I'm in a broad, I like when she back it up
It's feeling spectacular, The life of a bachelor
Yeah, uhh
I'm going off, They know not to play with us
We got the strap with us, Like Sponge with the spatula
Yeah, yeah
These niggas is pussy, they ain't man enough
I'm a keep stunting like they not mad enough
I'm on my shit, I swear they can't tell me none
I never miss in the stu, I burn it up
Like it's a stick up
We gonna shoot it up, up
Call me Tony Stark
House ain't suited up, up
They gonna lose to us, yeah
I'm in the water with sharks, yeah
You in the puddle with tadpoles
You are not fucking with us, naw
I'm with the band, We gonna march
Whippin' the jag, Push it to start
Drippin' on land, We Livin' at large
Deep in my bag, It's too much to be counting it up
Up, up
You want the smoke then it's up
Up, up
You are not ready for us
Us, us
Straight to the top, going up
Up, up, up
Mmm
How I walk on the beat like pedestrian
Whole lot of commas, a whole lot of decimals
They don't want beef, they be into the vegetables
Stay with the heat, leave you needing some medical
Niggas hysterical
If I run into the opp I'm like "There they go"
Now what you saying hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Count up, I'm putting the profit in duffles
It's a whole lot of cash
Pile it up, I'ma stack up till it tumbles
Started an avalanche
Treat that hoe like she valet go and park it
Then I go do my dance
I tried to tell the little bitch that I'm heartless
But she still took a chance
Watch when I blow, we hitting Neiman Marcus
We dropping a bag
She be like "Youngin Vin you the hardest"
Like, I ain't know that
All my niggas special ed, they retarded
Play and it's gon' be yo ass
Got that water soaker, proceed with caution
Cause we can get em wet
It's too much to be counting it up
Up, up
You want the smoke then it's up
Up, up
You are not ready for us
Us, us
Straight to the top, going up
Up, up, up
Going up
Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Macharia
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