UP! Lyrics

Ok, ok, ok

Here? Got it

Yo, yo, hey

Uh

I don't need to go fuckin' anywhere

Got the volume up, feelin' like a steak, Imma rare

Two my boys in the back, lookin like a cool pair

I ain't like that homie, told you that I'm marry, marry

Married to the cash, spend it all fast

I don't think about man, I'm trynna relax

I'm gon' run it up 'til I finna hit the max

But that's just how I do it, 'til I'm fallin' then I crash

On my way to Mass

Kiddin', not Catholic

People think I worship Satan the way I wear my black fits

Bought myself a car, now I'm callin' it the Ritz

She like me for my cash and not the way I move my lips

I've been servin' up these bars, I'm finally makin' tips

I been stuck the bottom, cookin', yea I call the pits

Playin' like an outfield, I always got my mitt

My music gon' keep coming 'til I finally hit the tip, tip, tip

Top, they callin' me a bot

Tie yo homie up, we gon' call it like a knot

We don't give a fuck about the last the gang that u shot

Cuz we got all the sauce, and we stir it in the pot

Leave yo bod to rot, we don't fuck wit cops

Last time I went to Surf Hut, mothafucka done got shot

I didn't say iss me, try to link it, bet, you thought

Cuz I go one direction, not the band, it's not down, we going, we going

Up, up, up, up, yeah

Up, up, up , we really going

Up, up, up, up, yeah

Up, up, up, said we really going

Up, up, up, up, yeah

Up, up, up , we really going

Up, up, up, up, yeah

I said we really going, what

Yeah

I said we really going

Yeah

I said we really going, what

Yeah

I said we really going

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

I'm running out of reasons to complain

Can't lie, life's great, I'm just doin' the same

Sum y'all boys is focusin' on way too many things

Just chill out, smoke one, we gon' be ok

Hey, hey

When I been wrong, yea this shit don' been long

You got lots of time until life points the knife and you gone

Play this like a new pawn, and cashin' like a coupon

Disrespect my gang I fold you over like a futon

Wear my new rings, bitch I am the new king

You a nerdy ass mothafucka, prolly use Bing

This my new thing, I'm rappin' on my new beats

I only fuck wit' real ones, like the homies that's on team Pete

New album, a clean sheet

Writin' down my feat

Short feature, Vegan Teacher,

Fuck that hoe, she eats meat

Runnin' up, new cleats

Buggin out, drug sweep

Like 48 meters, bitches say I'm too deep

Where u at hoe, hit me on the down low

Throwin' all the shade, like we chillin' in Key Largo

Packin' all the cargo, big bank, Wells Fargo

Cop a new whip, tint it out, like charcoal

New bells, new shoe smell

I'm gonna cop some v2 when this album drop, swell

No girl in my ride, this gonna be fye

Cut my ties from the ground, so now we only goin

Up, up, up, up, yeah

Up, up, up, we really going

Up, up, up, up, yeah

Up, up, up, said we really going

Up, up, up, up, yeah

Up, up, up, we really going

Up, up, up, up, yeah

I said we really going, what

Yeah

I said we really going

Yeah

I said we really going, what

Yeah

I said we really going

Yeah

I said we really going