Going Up!
Whoa (whoa)
Yeah (yeah)
Hey (hey)
Whoa (whoa)
Told that girl, "Don't say a word if you keepin' it real" (yeah)
Shawty was losin' her mind, I don't know what's the deal, yeah
Better wear your cleats and your helmet when you in the field (huh)
Better watch out boy, I'ma dunk on your ass like O'Neal, yeah
Fuck all these niggas, I'm knowin' what all of them want (yeah)
Walk on this beat and you know damn well I can stomp, stomp
Don't worry 'bout me 'cause I keep that lil' Glock in the trunk, trunk
You probably shouldn't play wit' that boy 'cause he will leave you slumped, slumped
I'm in the back, I'm with all of my niggas (my niggas, yeah)
Better close your mouth when they pullin' that trigger (splat)
Post up in the hood but I gotta think bigger
He not on the team, that boy is not wit' us (let's go)
He run up on me, I'm hittin' that boy wit' that fire (okay)
I catch that lil' boy and now he sittin' on the sidelines
Hit him in his brain and now that boy not thinkin' right (gang)
Can't text that girl no more, I told her, "Bye, bye"
'Member when I was down bad and I slept on the floor
Huh, wake up and gettin' these racks, now I want some more, yeah
Want nothin' to do with that girl 'cause she makin' me bored
Had to call my Glock a lion 'cause it got a roar, yeah
Aye, keep it real silent, we can't get his name out
That lil' boy go way too crazy, he tryna blow his brains out
You said you ain't 'bout that snitchin', huh, bet not tell your mans out
I was like, "Girl, is you wit' it or what?" Now I got her pullin' her pants down
Hand me that money lil' boy, I'm like, "What is your offer?", huh, huh, yeah
This not a surgery, I send that boy to the doctor, huh, huh, yeah
Tired of high school, I gotta get that diploma, huh, huh, yeah
Got knocked upside your head, now you lay in a coma, huh, huh, yeah
Do not say too much or that bullet gone go in your throat
I just shipped that pack somewhere but I don't know where it go
If I'm tired of that girl then I'ma pass her to the bro
Choppa push his scalp back, choppa pushin' back his 'fro, now they stealin' my flow
That's it (that's it)
Yeah (yeah)
Hey (hey)
Whoa (whoa)
Told that girl, "Don't say a word if you keepin' it real" (yeah)
Shawty was losin' her mind, I don't know what's the deal, yeah
Better wear your cleats and your helmet when you in the field (huh)
Better watch out boy, I'ma dunk on your ass like O'Neal, yeah
Fuck all these niggas, I'm knowin' what all of them want (yeah)
Walk on this beat and you know damn well I can stomp, stomp
Don't worry 'bout me 'cause I keep that lil' Glock in the trunk, trunk
You probably shouldn't play wit' that boy 'cause he will leave you slumped, slumped
I'm in the back, I'm with all of my niggas (my niggas, yeah)
Better close your mouth when they pullin' that trigger (splat)
Post up in the hood but I gotta think bigger
He not on the team, that boy is not wit' us (let's go)
He run up on me, I'm hittin' that boy wit' that fire (okay)
I catch that lil' boy and now he sittin' on the sidelines
Hit him in his brain and now that boy not thinkin' right (gang)
Can't text that girl no more, I told her, "Bye, bye"
'Member when I was down bad and I slept on the floor
Huh, wake up and gettin' these racks, now I want some more, yeah
Want nothin' to do with that girl 'cause she makin' me bored
Had to call my Glock a lion 'cause it got a roar, yeah
Aye, keep it real silent, we can't get his name out
That lil' boy go way too crazy, he tryna blow his brains out
You said you ain't 'bout that snitchin', huh, bet not tell your mans out
I was like, "Girl, is you wit' it or what?" Now I got her pullin' her pants down
Hand me that money lil' boy, I'm like, "What is your offer?", huh, huh, yeah
This not a surgery, I send that boy to the doctor, huh, huh, yeah
Tired of high school, I gotta get that diploma, huh, huh, yeah
Got knocked upside your head, now you lay in a coma, huh, huh, yeah
Do not say too much or that bullet gone go in your throat
I just shipped that pack somewhere but I don't know where it go
If I'm tired of that girl then I'ma pass her to the bro
Choppa push his scalp back, choppa pushin' back his 'fro, now they stealin' my flow
That's it (that's it)
Credits
Writer(s): Treyvis Evans
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