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Way Up
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Way Up was released on July 25, 2019 by 1809740 Records DK as a part of the album Trap Yungin' 2
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Release DateJuly 25, 2019
Label1809740 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Scott Bovell
Brandon Scott Bovell
Songwriter
Lyonel Steets
Lyonel Steets
Songwriter

Lyrics

Lyonel Streets - “Way Up” *LYRICS*
(HOOK)
Codiene in my cup,
What the fuck?
Xanax in my gut,
What the fuck?
Propane in my blunt,
What the fuck? what the fuck?
What the... what the...
All my hittas, they way up. Way up. Way up.
Told my hittas stay prayed up. Prayed up. Prayed up.
All my hittas they way up. Way up. Way up.
Told my hittas stay prayed up, Aye
Glock 40 wit the laser.
All of my hittas they...
(VERSE 1)
Lyon Yungin’ Streets went and got it out the bando,
Choppin’ up the drugs, then I dropped it in the capsule.
One stop shop, I was wildin’ in the projects.
**** went to high school, while I was on that hi-tech.
Now I can make a 9 stretch.
Takin’ all desposits, shit.
Hide it in the Closet, shit.
I ain’t had no options, shit.
Gun in the compartment.
Drugs in the apartment.
Residue my table top I.. scrape it,
That’s a hard hit, shit.
Cause you in the safe house,
That don’t mean you safe now,
Had to find a way out,
Lord what a playground.
Ship it on the greyhound,
Move it to the bank now,
All them days I ain’t smile,
Ima make a way now.
Ima make a way now,
Ima make a way now,
I’m makin my way now.
I remember...
(HOOK)
Codiene in my cup,
What the fuck?
Xanax in my gut,
What the fuck.?
Propane in my blunt,
What the fuck? what the fuck?
What the... what the...
All my hittas, they way up. Way up. Way up.
Told my hittas stay prayed up. Prayed up. Prayed up.
All my hittas they way up. Way up. Way up.
Told my hittas stay prayed up, aye
Glock 40 wit the laser.
All of my hittas they...
(VERSE 2)
All my hittas they way up,
Glock 40 wit the laser.
I was gettin my weight up,
Spent a couple years on papers.
All my hittas they way up,
Henny straight, no chaser.
All my hittas the way up we smoke this shit out like a muhfuckin’ taylor, aye.
Pissin’ in a cup,
Listening to stuff,
Talkin bout how I’m finna get a buck.
All this money, I could never get enough,
Fuck the cryin, I decide to live it up.
I was dealin drugs,
Bust it In the tub,
Something **** don’t forget the feelin of,
**** in the club,
Bitches in the club,
Smokin 10’s, I was tryin’ to hit a dub.
Now I’m in a truck,
Pourin’ liquor up,
Left the game alone and now I’m spittin’ huh,
Y’all bitch **** independent huh,
Why the fuck you let these **** get your funds,
Lyin’ ass ****,
Cryin’ ass ****,
Quick to jump the gun and sign ass ****,
Violatin’, we should fine that ****.
You could never turn the time back ****.
Written by: Brandon Scott Bovell, Lyonel Steets
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