This Goin' Up

Up, up, and away we go

Got a fifth of that oil, and a bag of ‘dro

That I copped from the soil, that we finna blow

Higher than Pluto, that’s where I’m tryna go

Mars, Saturn, out the hempmisphere

(Did you say hemisphere?) Nah, the hempmisphere

Bars, patterns, hella far from here

Buzz Lightyears, not Bud Light beer

We been doing this every day, the same thang

Mobbin’ and mashin’ and switching lanes

Wylin’ and spazzin’, it’s a shame

Trappin’ and traveling, planes and trains

Seriousness, out of body experiences

Mysterious, curious, furious, hilirious

If you test my cool, I’mma do the fool

Leave your ass slumped over

I’m the same way every time you see me, fool

Drunk or either sober

I don’t just only like to fuck but

I like to get fucked up

I don’t just only like the white,

I like the dark in my cup

Never sell myself short (sell myself short)

I’m always in and out of court

(LIVING THIS GHETTO LIFE)

Trying to get rich twice (rich twice)

Three, four, five, six, seven,

Eight, nine, ten, eleven (eleven)

Never leave the crib,

Never left without my weapon (weapon)

Me and my niggas go with our first mind,

Not our second

(BIATCH!)

Bitch, we mob so mainey

I can’t stop if she don’t pay me

Yeah this slap is so damn crazy

‘Cause I mob so goddamn mainey

This goin’ up

This goin’ up

This goin’ up

I’m a goddamn maniac mobbin’

So every time you see me, bitch, bass throbbin’

Golasoaso, Jesus Cristo

Husalah guapo, I live illegal

Sold perrigo, dump with choppers

Husalah Husalah, bend blocks with mobbers

Suckas holla’n a “mob”

But they really ain’t mobbin’

Green light on sight, being stripped and robbed

Gettin’ sucked in the Chev’ like a schizo,

Then bitch

Put a rack on my kicks so the bitches on my dick

Eleven-hundred on my shirt

‘Cause I rep for the turf

Yeah, I’m beautiful and gorgeous

But chopps is rippin’

Bitch, we mob so mainey

I can’t stop if she don’t pay me

Yeah this slap is so damn crazy

‘Cause I mob so goddamn mainey

This goin’ up

This goin’ up

This goin’ up

Dopeman, dopeman, pharmaceutal

Early on the block with a cup o’ noodle

Kick door, kick door, no problemo

If I think a nigga got it,

I’m through that window

Gangsta crazy, sniffing coca

Pop, pop, pop, my la vida loca

No comprende, speak no English

If it ain’t about money, potna,

It ain’t my business

Old school money like Troop and Fila

Five chains on, got that Mr. T look

Pull up one deep, take your wife off

I swear I got a Benz that’ll fuck your life off

Bitches out here choosing

‘Cause they heard I do it big

Bitch, don’t give me half of nothing,

I need every dime you get

(Get up on me)

Bitch, we mob so mainey

I can’t stop if she don’t pay me

Yeah this slap is so damn crazy

‘Cause I mob so goddamn mainey

This goin’ up

This goin’ up

This goin’ up