Way Up

[Chorus]
Two tone Patek Phillipe on my wrist, better not play me that list
Just in case that boy might send a blitz, then we in the sprinter with sticks
They say Shimmy stay focused on rap like I'm still ridin around catchin licks
Why the fuck they want me in the mix?
Mr. Fetty with the dough gettin mixed
Can't go broke I gotta stack up my chips

[Verse]
Choppa got kick but that bitch need a grip
Since you want kids put a few on her lip
In the booth with 20 round in my clip
I just hit for 30 bands in one lick
(Oooooohhh oohh)
I know everything not what it seem
Gotta buy that new glizzy a beam
456 hit that boy Billie Jean
Hit the top that shit get epic, extreme
Boy them zombies step on shit, what you mean?
They gon wack him but the won't make a scene
Just wanna eat her shit, taste like Krispy Kreme
She so wet don't need no milk, water
Pass the rock off to my mans like a center
You ain't [?] then you a pretender
Them the niggas [?]

[Bridge]
If you owe me then pay up
Just wanna fuck, I don't wanna lay up
I can not bump my K up
We sendin blitzes like the mayor
I done witnessed homicide, homies turnin slime
Now I'm on my way up
I ain't never drop a dime, lost a hundred times
But I never gave up

[Chorus]
Two tone Patek Phillipe on my wrist, better not play me that list
Just in case that boy might send a blitz, then we in the sprinter with sticks
They say Shimmy stay focused on rap like I'm still ridin around catchin licks
Why the fuck they want me in the mix?
Mr. Fetty with the dough gettin mixed
Can't go broke I gotta stack up my chips