Up Lyrics

I'm dumpin ashes off da balcony

Thinkin ain't no nigga

Made it high as me

The Son of God

Blessed I'm Highly Favored

Ain't no Angels

Hangin in da clouds wit me

We talkin goals

But they not the same ones

You in LA

I'm in Cartagena

Eswatini

I could cop a Villi

Seen da water in Fiji

Just swam to Sydney

I stay forever equipped

I'm like Handy Manny

Boy I still got that hammer wit me

I put finesse in that bitch

Now she workin da strip

Put you in position

Like I'm Indeed

Bitch it's my time

Like a wristwatch

Taking over my town

Like a gridlock

Say she liking my sound

And my dreadlocks

So I laid her ass down

Make her bed rock

Yea

Triple OG me

Bitch I make da streets speak

Every line I relay

You relate

And can retweet

On my line everyday

Bring your bitch to come see me

She tired of da dates

She come over

It's Freaknik

Call that boy 12

He up under da covers mane

I'm doggin dat bitch thru da window

Like Brotha Mane

I'm snatchin blue benjis

Up out of da rubberbands

Smacked her on her ass

Swear that shit made us cum again

I'm up

Thumbin money get a rush

Pumps n 30s in da trunk

Got dreams of riding Bentley trucks

Countin cash

Caught a nut

Fetishize a hunnit bucks

100 thousand ain't enough

I stay down and run it up

Aye

I done came up on a bag now

I ain't even have to pull da mask down

25 on gas

I just cashed out

Gotta watch da feds

Need a stash house

In da field

I got cleats on my shoe

All my friends weird

They all green or they blue

I ain't on pills

But I feel what they do

Thumbin thru bills

Got me high like K two

I'm in da hills in da clouds

My eyes lookin down

Remember da times on da ground

Knew I had to get up

Knew da future was bright

Kept my eyes on da sun

It turned out I was right

Jesus Christ

Im da one

Put da Ps on a flight

Overnight

Turned to hunnits

Never lied on my money

That mean that it's honest

Face card got good credit

Don't need no cosigner

Real boss you can smell it

Don't need no designer

I'm up

Thumbin money get a rush

Pumps n 30s in da trunk

Got dreams of riding Bentley trucks

Countin cash

Caught a nut

Fetishize a hunnit bucks

100 thousand ain't enough

I stay down and run it up