Lyrics: Emmanuel Kouadio/Irie Williams/Rakim Hasheem Allen/Tamir Green
Music: Emmanuel Kouadio/Irie Williams/Rakim Hasheem Allen/Tamir Green
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
We be going up, up, up
We be going up, up, up, up
Up, up, up
We be going up, up, up, up
Up, up, up
We be going
I had to pop out the cut (Cut)
They must've thought I was done (Done)
B***h, I'm one of the ones (The ones)
B***h, you one of my sons (My sons)
I'm ****in' this b***h for the fun (Woo)
I walk in this b***h with my gun (Gllt)
Like who you think you foolin'? Yeah
I really hang with shooters, yeah
We can get into it, yeah
How you wanna do it? Yeah
We got FNs, Dracs, and TECs
Play with the gang and we aim at your neck (Gllt)
****in' this b***h, my chain gettin' wet
She bring her friend, we makin' a check
I get super booted, yeah
I'm high in this Uber, yeah
She said she wan' take me out
I said, “Girl let's do it,” yeah
I'm with the gang and we runnin' it up
Hundreds 'round my throat, yeah
Hundreds 'round my throat (Hundreds 'round my throat, yeah)
Hundreds 'round my throat (Yeah)
We go up, up, up, up
Up, up, up, up (For real, uh)
I'm in L.A. and we dropping the top (Skrrt)
I'm in L.A. and she dropping the top
I'm ****in' this b***h, nigga , you mad 'cause you not
I'm ****in' this b***h, nigga , you mad 'cause you not
Wake up, I feel like the G.O.A.T., yeah
I gotta get up and go, uh
I just woke up to a blessin'
We just been sellin' out shows (Yeah)
No way I'm sellin' my soul
On some other shit , that confidential (Confidential)
In this Trackhawk, no, I don't do no rentals (Do no rentals)
[?] all that shit was mental (Huh)
She gon pull up cause she know
We be going up, up, up
We be going up, up, up, up
Up, up, up (B***h)
We be going up, up, up, up (B***h)
Up, up (Up), up (Up)
We be going
I had to pop out the cut (Cut)
They must've thought I was done (Done)
B***h, I'm one of the ones (The ones)
B***h, you one of my sons (My sons)
I'm ****in' this b***h for the fun (Woo)
I walk in this b***h with my gun (Gllt)
Like who you think you foolin'? Yeah
I really hang with shooters, yeah
We can get into it, yeah
How you wanna do it? Yeah
We got FNs, Dracs, and TECs
Play with the gang and we aim at your neck (Gllt)
****in' this b***h, my chain gettin' wet
She bring her friend, we makin' a check