Way Up (feat. Tracy T)

Ya, ya Ya, ya Turn them headphones up Cruz Way up Shit like I'm Jackie Chan Summer is lit and we back again I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up Can't believe they tried to play us Run a check and tell' em pay up Its all business ain't no favors I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up Summer comin' better save up Going up like elevators I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up That indirect shit never get by us Niggas like bitches be dick ridin' Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor See 'em and I smack the shit out 'em Throwin' ten k like its ten dollars I grab that bitch make a ten out her I pop perc fuck the shit out her Fuck her so good thought I care bout her She know I been 'bout it I'm on my way up My chick a Barbie no weave and no makeup Hang with the trappers don't be with no haters My city gon' tell you that we on some paper Theolonius capers when I'm in that Wraith I'm feelin' like Meechie or three ATL Purp got leanin' like I on a rail Mixing that Birk with that new YSL Sellin' that dope gave me confidence Bust down the Role gave me confidence I let the fiend watch the coupe tell 'em polish it She on my dick I can't you no promises Bahgdad on that pussy bombin' shit Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit Rockin' Givenchy shit Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin' shit I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up Can't believe they tried to play us Run a check and tell' em pay up Its all business ain't no favors I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up Summer comin' better save up Going up like elevators I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up Way up, way up, way up Skinny nigga walkin' like done got his weight up Hold up bitch I'm movin' fast they holler "Wait up" Fixin' bitches just so I can fuck and break her I been doin' this since Jacob came with Jacobs If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up Bombin' in Atlana aka Al-Queda Crossin' up I'm Kyrie Irving with the lay up Pushin' whips and poppin' pistols for the paper Goin' up they want to stop your elevator Havin' lunch on top of [?] feelin' way up Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor Meet me [?] I pull up with work like I'm [?] Put tens on that bitch for the haters That work it came in from lil' [?] Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer Them niggas ain't poppin' shit got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković [?] fuck it lil' nigga it got me rich Ya you might got a gun but you ain't poppin' it Nigga doin' dirty business got damn Lord save 'em Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up Can't believe they tried to play us Run a check and tell' em pay up Its all business ain't no favors I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up Summer comin' better save up Going up like elevators I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up