Up Up And Away

Up, up and away
Up, up and away
Up, up, up and away
Up (yeah)

I'm about to go, up, up and away
Dick in your mouth, fuck what you say
You sweet as pie, a muffin and cake
Dick in her mouth, I'm fucking her face
Live for the night, sleep in the day
Get high as fuck, sleep it away

I am a dog, you sheep in the gate
Pussy, mm, how sweet is the taste?
Gun to your head, what you keep in the safe?
Weezy, bitch, I'm deep in the space
Floating away like a leaf in the lake
I'm gone like delete and erase

Talk that shit, I walk that shit
Pills, weed, all that shit
If the bitch is bad, I'ma call that bitch
Get pussy, ass, all that shit
Mmh, what they talking about?
I go hard they soft as a couch

I'm running 'em in and walking 'em out
Cars so cold I park in the house
Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant
Flow so tight, it's yeast infected
Kill 'em all when they least expect it
Money tall, Lisa Leslie

YMCMB connection
Rappers is what I eat for breakfast
Running up in my sheets is sexy
If she ain't fucking she can exit
Gun tucked in the waist
I'll buss in ya face
I ain't got nothing to say
But up, up and away

Up, up and away, up, up and away
Man, I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Up, up and away (yeah), up, up and away (yeah)
Man, I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Weezy (yeah) where ya going? (Up)
You're going a little bit too far (haha)

Ain't this a bitch, I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch
You're lucky I don't kill yo' ass
But you can still get pistol whipped
Sharper than a pencil tip
Bitch, don't even fix ya lip
.40 cal with the extended clip
Ain't gon be no incident

Skinny jeans, red Vans
Skully on, money long
Her mouth is like my house so I guess you can say I'm coming home
You're wylin' out, then were riding out, now you're hiding out, honeycomb
I'm laughing to the bank like I just broke my fucking funny bone

What's really good five?
I'm over here smoking that really good fire
Eyes so low I look blind
But the stove on my waist cook fine
I be with niggas that took lives
And niggas that'll take it outside
And niggas that'll take it to your crib
Take the baby out the crib and rape the housewives

I'm gon' get so wasted they gon' have to carry me out this bitch
I took over this rap shit, these rappers are just my hostages
Let's cut to the chase
My bitch no habla ingles
But I ain't got nothing to say
But up, up and away

Up, up and away, up, up and away
Man, I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Up, up and away, up, up and away
Man, I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Weezy (yeah) Where you going? (Ha)
You're going a little bit too far
Up, up and away (up, up and away)
Up, up and away (up, up and away)
Up, up and away (up, up and away)

Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga
Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga
Straps on deck, so fuck that nigga
Leave you looking like lightening struck that nigga
Racks on deck, I'm rich as shit
I'm calling my bitch the shit
Walking 'round on my fucking shit
I done did everything on my bucket list

Fuck that shit, I'm Superbad
I don't give a Hoover damn
Man, I son all these niggas, they should have a stupid tan
Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne
Sit your five dollar ass down 'fore I make change
I'm pumping ya brakes
I'm jumping the gates
And I ain't got nothing to say
But up, up and away

Weezy, where you going?
You're going a little bit too far

Up, up and away (up, up and away)
Up, up and away (up, up and away)
Up, up and away (up, up and away)
Up, up and away (up, up and away)
Up, up and away (up, up and away)
Man, I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Up, up and away (up, up and away)
Up, up and away (up, up and away)
Man, I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Come here, I might need you
You might have to tickle me or something
I need to smoke a cigarette



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Dwayne Carter, Brandon Everett Deener
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