Going Up

Yeah, Yee Wasted (bitch) Yeah, yeah, yeah Heard them niggas want static I'm a leave them boys shocked Pull up I gotta have it gimme everything ya got Left ya mans wide open he was ready for the shot Ain't playing with nobody all you fellas getting rocked Yeah I know you niggas heard of us, no we ain't no murderers Just occasional burglars, but only if it's worth it bruh Really we been trapping like we tryna fuck some rodents up Flipping packs back to back smell like they need deodorant Okay nigga say he want a plate I told em order up Speak in code on my phone want four O's that's an Audi truck Get it and get gone lingering gone make it hot as fuck Feds already watching us Move sloppy You out of luck Get out it's going (down) Shit if 12 pull up it's going But I ain't scared Playing with my bread guarantee it's going down Money on yo head guarantee it's going down If a nigga touch my brother guarantee it's going down Police try to bust us guarantee it's going down Play with me it's going down Get outta my way I'm on the interstate sliding I'm just minding my lane Riding dirty I ain't swerving shit I'm driving Ms. daisy I know them crackas steady lurking I ain't tryna engage em And so I'm all under the radar with it Tryna monitor me they sleep hit the space bar with em Okay they Tryna chase me I'm chasing dreams not women Red and blues? Scream cachow, do the race car with em Let's go, I do the dash I guess I'm doing the most Man this life moving fast ain't got no time to slow I got em throwed they can't catch me like they hunting a ghost S/o grandma praying for me cause without her I know it would go Yeah cause without her I know it would go But I ain't scared Playing with my bread guarantee it's going down Money on ya head guaranteed it's going down If a nigga touch my brother guarantee it's going down Police try to bust us guarantee it's going down Pla-playing with my bread guarantee it going down Money on ya head guaranteed it's going down If a nigga touch my brother guarantee it's going down Money on yo head guarantee it going down play with me it's going Hit the town thirty deep, hundred rounds Talk cheap up in these streets, but I ain't into word of mouth Mention me next time ya see me Imma up and air it out Don't threaten me with no police that's something we don't care about Got them hell dogs watching be cautious fucking with me If a nigga cough wrong we got a coffin that can fit him Opposition nonexistent all them niggas getting stepped on And all that tough shit don't matter if you ain't teflon They treat me like my air mattress getting slept on But this gone rally em up this my pep song Y'all some small dogs ain't tryna get my pet on And growling gone make me get foul and get my tech on Not the one to flex on niggas know I got weapons And I'm selling so much gas Chef should've been short for Chevron Put the burner on em now niggas like "turn the air on" But I'm swear that I'm too busy to try to go get my care on Money on the the same length that my hair on I know my bitch bad you can get ya stare on Want war? I'll get my I declare on And if it's time to ride already got my seat belt on I'm down You wanna be the fucking greatest b? You gotta do what the greatest do You know what that is? Be fucking great, stupid