Up Up Away (feat. Vince Staples)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, citch (Norf)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Norf, Norf)

Ayy, ayy, where's JID? (Norf, yeah)

Ayy, ayy, this the Dream, this the Dreamville, right?

Up, up, away

She love the way I run the play

To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid

The funds I make can break the bank (Facts)

I break ya face (Facts)

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot

I bleed the block (Uh, uh), you tweak, get shot (Finna get high, finna get)

I bleed the block (Uh, look), you tweak, get shot (Oh, shit)

I squeeze, then I leave, bet a mothafucka die before me

I know my rights but I'd be wrong if I don't ride with the heat (Yeah, yeah)

Since you left, I ain't been right, so I got the rifle on me (Damn)

I don't need niggas fightin' for me (Nah)

Get a nigga nose wiped for me (No), spitefully

A opp got popped (Woah), did he die? (Did he die?), ha-ha

Left on read, dot-dot-dot, doom-doom-doom

Knock-knock at the door, nigga, what's new?

Lil' nigga with the broom finna brush you

Line a nigga up, fade cut you

Cut it out, you can't knock the hustle

'Cause when I bust I'm JaMarcus Russell

No Ryan Leaf, damn livin' hard, baby

Dyin' easy as dinosaurs, Mayan prophecies (Nah)

Michelangelo (Yeah), Maya Angelou, now I'm ramblin' (No, oh my God)

Take ya panties off and make a man of me (Yeah, yeah)

Thick and juicy booty like a manatee (Whoa)

Man, gun in my pants, roll up and I'ma defend (Ima' d-, I'ma d-)

Sayin', "You with your mans?"

Up, up, away

She love the way I run the play

To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid

The funds I make can break the bank (Facts)

I break ya face (Facts)

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot (Ayy, ayy)

Pay me, run on ATL, I got Picassos in my crib (Uh-huh)

I up and squeeze, no three AG's (Yeah), I keep El Chapos in my crib (Uh-huh)

No Toronto, I got six (Uh-uh), big revolvers like I'm Clint (Uh-huh)

Dirty Harry, even granny keep it on her, Tyler Perry

Halle Berry, I might crash in the pussy for real (For real, for real)

Know they got to blow a bag when they book me for real (For real, for real)

Ain't nobody bigger than a body, Tookie got killed

Even Raymond got killed, so I stay with conceal (Boom)

Just made a order for a lawyer, bro'nem facin' appeal (Uh-huh)

My guy's a real upstandin' brother, on occasion he kills (Uh-huh)

We not actin', we don't need no activation for kills (Uh-huh)

I'll cut your onion, crush your muffin (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a gangsta like Grillz (Norf)

I got a lightbulb over my head

Got a plot that I'm about to manifest

They should document a nigga followin'

A nigga hypnotizin' like I'm Simon Says

American Terrorist, homebred

Pull up, pop-pop-pop-pop, everybody dead

Playin' Boyz II Men to your thoughts and prayers

You don't even care, you don't believe in God

You got a Caesar cut, you ain't even, odd

I used to be the plug, now I'm supercharged

Cowabunga, Cucamonga Cracka Killa

No days off, can't do my job

12:34 or I catch the clock

On God, crack my ribs, tear my heart

Run the spades, hit the club

Pull your card, on the wave, rock the boat, Amistad

Hoppin' out the hotbox, now they outta pocket

Feel like 'Pac, what you can't get, I been unlockin'

If you ain't shit, you end up shot

Love your bitch but all that pillow-talkin' is how you end up caught

Shut yo mouth, sayin' what you saw, that's a fatal flaw

Up, up, away

She love the way I run the play

To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid

The funds I make can break the bank (Facts)

I break ya face (Facts)

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot

I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot