Up Up Away (feat. Vince Staples)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, citch (Norf) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Norf, Norf) Ayy, ayy, where's JID? (Norf, yeah) Ayy, ayy, this the Dream, this the Dreamville, right? Up, up, away She love the way I run the play To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid The funds I make can break the bank (Facts) I break ya face (Facts) I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block (Uh, uh) you tweak get shot (Finna get high, finna get) I bleed the block (Uh, look), you tweak, get shot (Oh, shit) I squeeze, then I leave, bet a motherfucker die before me I know my rights but I'd be wrong If I don't ride with the heat (Yeah, yeah) Since you left, I ain't been right, so I got the rifle on me (Damn) I don't need niggas fightin' for me (Nah) Get a nigga nose wiped for me (No), spitefully A opp got popped (Woah), diddy-da (Diddy-da), ha-ha Left on read, dot-dot-dot, doom-doom-doom Knock-knock at the door, nigga, what's new? Lil' nigga with the broom finna brush you Line a nigga up, fade cut you Cut it out, you can't knock the hustle 'Cause when I bust I'm JaMarcus Russell No Ryan Leaf, damn livin' hard, baby Dyin' easy as dinosaurs, Mayan prophecies (Nah) Michelangelo (Yeah), Maya Angelou, now I'm ramblin' (No, oh my God) Take ya panties off and make a man of me (Yeah, yeah) Thick and juicy booty like a manatee (Whoa) Man, gun in my pants, roll up and I'ma defend (Ima' d-, I'ma d-) Sayin', you with your mans? Up, up, away She love the way I run the play To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid The funds I make can break the bank (Facts) I break ya face (Facts) I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot (Ayy, ayy) Pay me, run on ATL, I got Picassos in my crib (Uh-huh) I up and squeeze no three AG's (Yeah), I keep El Chapos in my crib (Uh-huh) No Toronto, I got six (Uh-uh) Big revolvers like I'm Clint (Uh-huh) Dirty Harry, even granny keep it on her, Tyler Perry Halle Berry, I might crash in the pussy for real (For real, for real) Know they got to blow a bag When they book me for real (For real, for real) Ain't nobody bigger than a body, Tookie got killed Even Raymond got killed, so I stay with conceal (Boom) Just made a order for a lawyer, bro'nem facin' appeal (Uh-huh) My guy's a real upstandin' brother, on occasion he kills (Uh-huh) We not actin', we don't need no activation for kills (Uh-huh) I'll cut your onion, crush your muffin (Yeah, yeah) I'm a gangsta like Grillz (Norf) I got a lightbulb over my head Got a plot that I'm about to manifest They should document a nigga followin' A nigga hypnotizin' like I'm Simon Says American Terrorist, homebred Pull up, pop-pop-pop-pop, everybody dead Playin' Boyz II Men to your thoughts and prayers You don't even care, you don't believe in God You got a Caesar cut, you ain't even, odd I used to be the plug, now I'm supercharged Cowabunga, Cucamonga Cracka Killa No days off, can't do my job 12:34 or I catch the clock On God, crack my ribs, tear my heart Run the spades, hit the club Pull your card, on the wave, rock the boat, Amistad Hoppin' out the hotbox, now they outta pocket Feel like 'Pac, what you can't get, I been unlockin' If you ain't shit, you end up shot Love your bitch but all that pillow-talkin' have you end up caught Shut yo mouth, sayin' what you saw, that's a fatal flaw Up, up, away She love the way I run the play To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid The funds I make can break the bank (Facts) I break ya face (Facts) I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot