Way Up

Shoutout to all of my dawgs
They the reason I turned to a star
My dawg carry a stick like lacrosse
Rollin zaza until we on Mars
They don’t know what it’s like
For a young nigga to turn to a boss
I admit I was lost in my thoughts
Now I’m finna take over charts
It’s only right that I blow up like TNT
None of you niggas is seeing me
Freaky hoes gettin lit in the bnb
Pop a perc fuck em all like it’s 3 of me
Who up at the top, baby? Its me and me
Ask the haters why they really mad at me
You ain’t bring bread to the table you cannot eat
New AR a vibe come with magazines Ahh Ahh
You know I need it all
Bust down Audemars
Need to prove em wrong wrong wrong
(I need to go waaayyy up)
You know I need it all
Imma get gone gone gone
Imma get gone gone gone
I need to go waaayyy up
Niggas don’t move in peace so I always gotta keep mine
Ima Chefboy so I gotta feed mine
These Balenci’s lil bih these ain’t Filas
Imma do me in the meantime
Niggas is pussy you know they be feline
If the call ain’t bout money it get declined Uh
Never thought I get paid off my words
Me being broke is absurd
Yo bitch giving brain like a nerd
Imma get what I deserve
I can’t kick that cup it reminds me of when I got it out the mud
These niggas ain’t doing enough
And they always claim I do too much
You know I need it all
Bust down Audemars
Need to prove em wrong wrong wrong
(I need to go waaayyy up)
You know I need it all
Imma get gone gone gone
Imma get gone gone gone
I need to go waaayyy up