Up Up lyrics

[Intro]
Longway, Longway
This sh*t like a light switch, n*gga, go on and off n*gga
I'm the field, I'm always on, pus*y
Every n*gga round, we goin' up, up, up, up, up n*gga
You gon' stay down

[Chorus]
[?] they snatch my chain, boy, you got me f*cked up
Yes, I don't flip some, my price is going up, up
Yes, we might just strip you like a b*tch inside the booty club
Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

[Verse 1]
Diamonds on my neck, ain't made for tuckin', b*tch, it bling bling
.30s in the club, all my homies brought the same thing
Please don't make me gang bang, now they playing blame gang
Up it, dump it, slide though, 30 more shots (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Everybody duckin' the crowd, wow
Gang lookin' like wow
I'm living too reckless and wild
I'm the blue Suge Knight of the south
Little biddy boy, pipe down
I can get it up right now (Bad)
Smoke in the air right now (Who want smoke?)
Got a cancer stick on me right now (Who want cancer?)
I f*ck the b*tch up right here
Might just pull up with my dealer
[?] boogers on her finger
Lemon Heads in my ear
Got a lean plug, text, arrangin'
And I prolly had the oil spills
Thirty rounds and I'ma bang it
Every video gon' be a drill
[Chorus]
[?] they snatch my chain, boy, you got me f*cked up
Yes, I don't flip some, my price is going up, up
Yes, we might just strip you like a b*tch inside the booty club
Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

[Verse 2]
Smoke in the air, get stuck there
Got bands and bullets on [?]
This ain't a jet, this the Con Air
[?], they go by the John Doe
Triple cross you with the run do
Make 'em patch up your body with bundle
Get bags and trap out the condo
Go up with the data, the bars on 'em
[?]
[?] like I'm Left Eye
Left hand cookin' a stirfry (Hit it)
Red dot, hit 'em from bird's eye
Sniper shoot you from the nosebleed
Gucci, Gabbana, on a murder scene
Longway Frank White wit' the blue cheese
I want in on all them n*ggas who in
My homie wit' ten do ten bowls of weed (Trappin')
I set the trend, it up by the week
Bought the Maybach 'cause it matched the Philippe
Cartier shake when I'm geekin' like Screech
Thousand OG's and they gone in a week
4, 48, that's a thousand a piece
Call out the play like a referee
He go up 'fore I let a n*gga take from me
[Chorus]
[?] they snatch my chain, boy, you got me f*cked up
Yes, I don't flip some, my price is going up, up
Yes, we might just strip you like a b*tch inside the booty club
Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up