Way Up

(Verse 1 - WORDPLAY Da Flyest MC)
I’m the rarest, they saying that I’m one in a million
You say I’m generic? Ok homie, that’s your opinion
Get paid to murder beats, now I’m making a killing
You feel that I’m cocky? Well homie, fuck your feelings
Can’t stop the movement, homie I be making a way
Hella hungry, they handing out plates, I’m having buffet
I got your bitch dancing, call her Addison Rae
She performing miracles, when she dance, it rains
Homie listen, I ain’t kidding when I say that I’m way up
Stacking up that paper, pissing off them haters
They try to copy my style but you can’t beat the classic
I’m likе Peter Parker, you likе Miles Morales, understand it
We on different levels, homie you can’t knock the hustle
Man I’m so up, homie I ain’t talking Carl and Russell
So quit talking dog, no one comparing to me
WORDPLAY is in the game but no one playing with me
LET’S GO!

(Hook)
Shawty shaking that going way up, way up, way up
You know we throwing cash, throw it way up, way up, way up
All them niggas out there hating, get your weight up, weight up, weight up
Baby waiting for the D, I told her wait up, wait up, wait up

(Verse 2 - Unknown)
Shit I feel like Montana, I am all the way up
Steady working, I smoke all day long, I’m always blazed up
Bought a whole pound, I ain’t think it weighed enough
So I pulled a strap on a nigga
I don’t give a fuck bout a bitch, I’m still getting figures
I know niggas that got bitches who got chicks who got niggas
My pops living up, birth mother don’t give a fuck
She might die from dope, that’s the real grave digger
I’m not a fucking flame thrower, I’m a fucking flame spitter
Aye but for real, why you saying that my rhymes ain’t that tight
You talking shit? Bet I’ll beat you one on one in Fortnite
Your baby mama getting flirty like she wanna lay pipe
I’m like baby no, like bitch I gotta go
My money in the millions and you know I gotta get more
Shit I’m way up, standing on my money like an all nighter, I stay up
Shawty, shake that ass and throw it way up, way up

(Hook)
Shawty shaking that going way up, way up, way up
You know we throwing cash, throw it way up, way up, way up
All them niggas out there hating, get your weight up, weight up, weight up
Baby waiting for the D, I told her wait up, wait up, wait up

(Verse 3 - J Armandd)
Aye playa, I guess it’s my turn right?
See, we going way up
I gotta tell y’all, what I tell these little niggas
Look

Get your weight up, hit the gym a little more
But when I hit the gem, I’m talking bout a jewelry store
Got a couple racks in my pocket, work done got me right
Going way up to the point where I am outta sight
Got a few shawty’s that I hit up for some action
Bitch named Gia, she the plug with all the fashion
Bitch named Summer, she the truth year round
Bitch named Mya and she really hold it down
If a nigga going through it and I want a better day, I’ll hit the E-way then I’m calling my girl Desirae
Got a chopper, let it spray
These niggas so featherweight
Ballin till I fade away
Treat everyday like Labor Day
Upper echelons, get up on our level now
Going way up, nosebleeds can’t even sit us down

(Hook)
Shawty shaking that going way up, way up, way up
You know we throwing cash, throw it way up, way up, way up
All them niggas out there hating, get your weight up, weight up, weight up
Baby waiting for the D, I told her wait up, wait up, wait up