Goin Up (Intro) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
That shit crank, go brazy
Yeah

Fell out with my BM, with hoes off at SN
Goofy lil' bitches stay under my patience
Michael Amiri on all of my denim
Might do Margiela 'cause that's how I'm feelin'
Jump in some Fendi then jump on it dead right
That bitch saditty, still hit on the first night
Had to stay true, took that work on the turnpike
Ain't use to come in the crib 'til the sunlight
Stood on the porch, made the crib 'til the sunlight
I fucked that bitch while I'm watchin' the sun rise
Tricky young nigga, I might just be mashin'
Save a lil' money, you gotta do better
Smokin' gelato inside of the seven
Gotta go meet the connect at 11
Last couple days, I been gettin' too faded
Got 'em signal when, so you would've know it
I take a pint of that red and I pour it
I take a wad full of bread and I throw it
That lick too much, got me back in my focus
We just been shoppin' at Louis like Kroegers
We just been shoppin' at Gucci like Friday
Only eat pasta, won't catch me at Friday's
Whippin' that work, got it stretched like pilates
I take a Perky and leavin' my body
Coupe quarter milli' to sit in the driveway
She suck the soul out the kid on the highway
I been the man since like way before MySpace
I cannot hit none them bitches without swag
Motherfuck a hater, let's fuck up some paper
Ball in LA like a motherfuckin' Laker
I got some hoes that gon' go out in Vegas
Shit, if I like it, I get it in flavors
I cannot show no respect to a goofy
I had to go on the trip with an Uzi
I had to shit on some bitches that knew me
But bitch, you don't know me 'cause now it's a new me
We out in public, I'm playin' with the tooly
Lean how we posted up outside with the goonies
She not gon' poke me 'cause she not no groupie
I'm tryna fuck on her friend, tell her oop me
Sit back and watch me, this only the get-back
Told on your homie, no, I can't respect that
Don't want no convo, just point where the check at
You gotta back up that shit if you said that
I just hit two hoes when I was on vacay
I made 'em 69, then I had a trey-way
I just been runnin' up cash with the gang gang
She wasn't workin' no more, had the J-bag
I cannot wait up 'cause I'm on my way up
They tried to play us, now they gotta pay us
Niggas don't get to the cash so they hate us
I'm at the valet, they pullin' the 8 up
I got my weight up and they got they hate up
Can't do no fake, I done went got my cake up
Shawty tryna fuck up my drip with her makeup
Easy to get it, you just gotta stay up
I talk that shit for the swipers and dope boys
I cannot entertain beef with a broke boy
You don't wan' do this, I'm sippin' on remix
Light up a blunt and I fly up to Venus
Left for a sec but I'm back with the turn-up
Poles by the burners, don't talk 'bout no murders
Ain't 'bout no guala, this shit don't concern us
Actin' extensively, create a disturbance
Just got a K from the bro on the JPay
Free all the broskis that's stayin' in the chain gang
Whole lot of bloods in my family, that's gang way
Red flag in school, out my pocket, in sixth grade
I went to trial and I left in a Bentley
I'm just gon' fuck on this bitch at the Benis
She rockin' Gucci, I stood out in Fendi
Everything Gucci for real, that's a Fendi
They think I signed for a deal, I'm offended
We in the streets for real, nigga, we gettin' it
I really doubled from mindin' my business
My neck a glacier, my timing is different
I really had to survive in the trenches
Ain't suckin' no dick, had to grind for a minute
All of that brand new designer, we gettin' it
Ballin', I had to stay down on my pivot
Bustin' down strips in the Beamer
I pour me a strip of that nina (Sippin' my cup)
Lil' shawty a regular diva
Hit her three times like Adidas (All in her guts)
Fur might be made out of beaver
People, they callin' up PETA (Give no fucks)
Crime money, get to the peak
And I dropped that new shit for they speakers (Turn up)