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Bobby go savage, all my shit classic I don't fuck around, nigga, I'ma wreak havoc Stoned like a tablet, stoned like [?] Stay with that leaf, eyes closed like captions Got a street team cause this ain't just rappin' I got bad habits, I'm always with a bad bitch One Janet Jackson, one Toni Braxton Goin' both ways like four way traffic Pockets on beast mode, bands goin' ape shit You sleepin' on who? I set fire to your mattress Always tryna figure a nigga out like fractions I just wear the box out like fashion Put the pussy in a grave or a casket Write my name on the cake in italics Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain I hope you got your seatbelts fastened, I'm goin' up Up, I'm goin' up Up, I'm goin' up Up, I'm goin' up Up, I'm goin' up Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up) Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up) Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up) 4321, I'm goin' up SongtexteGive me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up) Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up) Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up) 4321, I'm goin' up Y'all in the way, nigga fall back You small time, where your boss at? Big money, we talk that Broke nigga call, I don't call back Maybe I let the [?] strip a little Kiss the ring, kiss the middle I'm in this bitch, don't need the kibble [?] don't need to dribble Goin' up like elevators New printer, that's hella paper Bad bitches got hella flavors I get served, I don't need a waitor No Genre and we celebratin' Keep winnin' so they hella hatin' They watchin' from the window Shut it down like renovation Lin-Z, baby, drive you crazy Switchin' lanes, new Mercedes Hella sauce, that's hella gravy Cut the check before it hits the table What you know about it? Celine bag, yes your ho 'bout it Top on, it's so private With no pilot, I'm goin' up Up, I'm goin' up Up, I'm goin' up Up, I'm goin' up Up, I'm goin' up Ah this that nasty flow Neighbors at your door with the casserole All about the cream, ice and the Cogn' Jungle fever, she tryna get the anacon' - boom Bass like a trampoline Her man at home and she ain't tryna dance alone She love me too and I'ma get my trample on it It's Chinese food and I'ma get my sample on, ho Push that button It's all in your head, that's concussion Better get up on your shit or fuck around and flush it Jackie Chan with a [?], I ain't tryna rush it So keep it movin' Cause ain't nobody here believe in losin' And we ain't givin' up, the chances too slim Ho we don't give a fuck so keep your two cents [?] could use that shit Let me get a verse and I abuse that bitch This shit'll never stop me, I defuse that quick Give a shit about your story, I conclude that bitch Magnum P.I., come prove that shit But my Magnum P.I. wanna lube that clit Just sayin', niggas say they got the picture When they know it's just crayon Go to church, do communion with the pope While prayin', I'm goin' up Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up) Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up) Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up) 4321, I'm goin' up Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up) Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up) Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up) 4321, I'm goin' up If your cards ain't right, I don't deal with you I know the deal, shawty, she just want my dill pickle It's real simple, they send shots, I send missiles Still iller, they still sweet, they're still Skittles I write riddles, you pay attention, you might get 'em Ain't nobody that's really fuckin' with my niggas No Genre the label so I'ma ride with 'em Yeah these tats are permanent, I'ma die with 'em Goin' nuts like almonds Tell 'em if they with it you can get it if you want it Chillin' with your bitch, she let me hit it in the mornin' I don't really see 'em, someone show me my opponents You know I'm the shit like I'm just bein' honest You ain't runnin' shit like why you keep on stumblin'? Can't you see I'm hungry? My stomach is rumblin' Tell me what you're doin', nigga you ain't doin' nothin', goin' up Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up) Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up) Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up) 4321, I'm goin' up Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up) Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up) Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up) 4321, I'm goin' up Money on my mind, I don't know what y'all thinkin' 'bout I'm chasin' down the bankroll, ho I'm goin' up Two hundred for a line, couple racks for a pint You ain't drinkin' like me, lil' nigga I'm pourin' up I'm ready for whatever, chain on heavy metal Got them diamonds in my watch and they change up like the weather I'm speedin' to the top, you strugglin' down the pedal I'm doggin' them hoes out, you strugglin' there to get 'em Paid a mil' for the crib, way up in the hills Damn I feel famous, they wavin' at the kid Got money on me, homie, like Baby in this bitch Got the chopper with the drum like Eddie in this bitch Me and my team ball, nigga you still shavin' I'm clean every day, lil' nigga you still bathin' You waitin' on a handout, boy I stand out Ask Bobby, I'm the man now, I'm goin' up Aus Songtexte Mania