Up Up, & Away

I'm about to go, up up and away, dick in your mouth, fuck what you say

You sweet as pie, a muffin or cake, dick in her mouth, I'm fucking her face

Live for the night, sleep in the day, get high as fuck, sleep it away

I am a dog, you sheep in the gate, pussy, umh, how sweet is the taste

Gun to your head, what you keep in the safe? Weezy bitch, I'm deep into space

Floating away like a leaf on the lake, I'm gone like, delete and erase

Talk that shit, I walk that shit, pills, weed, all that shit

If the bitch is bad, I'mma call that bitch, get pussy, ass, all that shit

Umh, what they talking about? I go hard, they soft as a couch

I'm running 'em in and walking 'em out, cars so cold I parked in the house

Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant flow so tight, it's yeast infected

Kill 'em all when they least expect it, money tall, Lisa Leslie

YMCMB connection, rappers is what I eat for breakfast

Woman up in my sheets is sexy, if she ain't fucking she can exit

Gun tucked in the waist, I bust in ya face

I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away

Up up and away, up up and away

Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Weezy (Yeah) Where ya going? (Up)

You're going a little bit too far

Ain't this a bitch, I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch

You're lucky I don't kill your ass but you can still get pistol whipped

Sharper than a pencil tip, bitch don't even twitch your lip

40 cal with the extended clip, ain't gon' be no incident

Skinny jeans, red Vans, skully on, money long

Her mouth is like my house, so I guess you can say I'm coming home

You're wylin' out then we're riding out, now your hiding out, honeycomb

I'm laughing to the bank like I just broke my fucking funny bone

What's really good five? I'm over here smoking that really good five

Eyes so low I look blind, but the stove on my waist cook fine

I be with niggas took lives and niggas that'll take it outside

And niggas that'll take it to your crib, take the baby out the crib and rape housewives

I'm gon' get so wasted they gon' have to carry me out this bitch

I took over this rap shit, these rappers are just my hostages

Let's cut to the chase, my bitch no hablo ingles

But I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away

Weezy (Yeah) Where ya going?

You're going a little bit too far (Up up and away)

Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga

Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga

Straps on deck so fuck that nigga

Leave you looking like lightening struck that nigga

Racks on deck, I'm rich as shit, I'm calling my bitch the shit

Walking around on my fuck it shit, I done did everything on my bucket list

Fuck that shit, I'm Superbad, I don't give a Hoover damn

Man, I son all these niggas, they should have a stupid tan

Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne

Sit your five dollar ass down 'fore I make change

I'm pumping your brakes, I'm jumping the gates

And I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away

Weezy, where ya going?

You're going a little bit too far (Up up and away)