Way Up 3 ft. KennyBrazy Lyrics

They cannot handle us

All they gone do is doubt

I think I'm better without you now Yea Yea

Get up my digits I'm chasing the bag

Counting the money

I'm drowning in stacks

I'm on my way up, I'm on my way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

We chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

We chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up

I just be laid up way up three

Y'all trynna match

But y'all is some bitches

Y'all really be see threw

I ain't talking bout windows

I'm talking bout loyalty and devotion

Fuck yo emotions

Can't hang with roaches

Got me a shawty

I don't need no lotion

I know some niggas who

Snitched on the gang

I got some hittas

Who stay with the bang

Speak dirt on my name

Get hit wit da scope

I ain't talking the rinsing

I'm talking bout

Body for body go missing

Cuz that

That's what you get for all that Bitching and dissing

Get hit with the woah

Get hit with the scope

From a distance

They cannot handle us

All they gone do is doubt

I think I'm better without you now Yea Yea

Get up my digits I'm chasing the bag

Counting the money

I'm drowning in racks

I'm on my way up, I'm on my way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

We chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

We chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up

Diamonds dey hittin

Look how my diamonds be sitting

You choosing a side where you sit at

Im at da top so im hard to get at

Reach for my chain gone see

Where you lay at

If Im on mission tell

My bro that we gotta get that

Ho ain my love she a knickknack

Ready for smoke any-day hadda

Tell bra to get back

Have dem boys pop where u get at

Yea i got money

I don't need opps

And I sip wock

Make me detoxin

Like hugh heffer

Better stay toxic

Tell them be careful

Cause the feds watching

Tell them kick rocks

I don't need you

We boutta wipe his nose like

He sneezin

Vvs ice cold yea they freezin

I cannot fuck wit

People pleasers

On my way up

Gotta stay solid how I came up

I cant trust sleep gotta stay up

And we step on niggas like a lay up

Nut on her face she don't

Need no make up

In the booth am

I'm speaking big facts

Pops said if they hit you better

Hit back

Gotta get to the sacks

I don't do no kickbacks

I'm on my way up

So you better get back

They cannot handle us

All they gone do is doubt

I think I'm better without you now Yea Yea

Get up my digits I'm chasing the bag

Counting the money

I'm drowning in racks

I'm on my way up, I'm on my way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

We chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

We chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up