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Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit I'm Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we again

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can't believe they to play us
Run a and tell' em pay up
Its all business ain't no
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin' save up
Going up like
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

indirect shit never get by us
Niggas bitches be dick ridin'
how nigga like Rich Pryor
See 'em and I the shit out 'em
Throwin' ten k like its ten
I grab that make a ten out her
I pop fuck the shit out her
Fuck her so good thought I care her
She know I 'bout it I'm on my way up
My chick a Barbie no weave and no
Hang with the trappers don't be no haters
My gon' tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I'm in Wraith
I'm feelin' Meechie or three ATL
Purp got like I on a rail
that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin' that gave me confidence
Bust the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend watch the tell 'em polish it
She on my I can't you no promises
Bahgdad on that bombin' shit
Bad bad with chopper Osama shit
Rockin' Givenchy
Trap at the clear port we flyin' shit

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
believe they tried to play us
Run a and tell' em pay up
Its all business ain't no
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
comin' better save up
Going up like
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga like done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I'm fast they holler "Wait up"
Fixin' bitches so I can fuck and break her
I been doin' this since came with Jacobs
If you know me you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin' in Atlana aka
Crossin' up I'm Irving with the lay up
Pushin' whips and poppin' for the paper
Goin' up they want to stop elevator
Havin' on top of [?] feelin' way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got
me [?]
I pull up with like I'm [?]
Put tens on that for the haters
That work it came in from [?]
Got birds and got bricks and came in the trailer
Them ain't poppin' shit got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it lil' nigga it got me
Ya you might got a gun but you ain't it
Nigga dirty business got damn Lord save 'em
money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can't believe tried to play us
Run a and tell' em pay up
Its all ain't no favors
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin' save up
up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up