Up Up - Pee Wee Longway

Longway, Longway

This shit like a light switch, nigga, go on and off nigga

I’m the field, I’m always on, pussy

Every nigga round, we goin' up, up, up, up, up nigga

You gon' stay down

they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up

Yes, I don’t flip some, my price is going up, up

Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club

Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up

We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Diamonds on my neck, ain’t made for tuckin', bitch, it bling bling

.30's in the club, all my homies brought the same thing

Please don’t make me gang bang, now they playing blame gang

Every time we slide through, 30 more shots baow, baow, baow, baow

Everybody duckin' the crowd, wow

Gang lookin' like wow

I’m living too reckless and wild

The blue Suge Knight of the south

Little biddy boy, pipe down

I can get it up right now (Bad)

Smoke in the air right now (Who want smoke?)

Got a cancer stick on me right now

I fuck the bitch up right here

Might just pull up with my dealer

boogers on her finger

Lemon Heads in my ear

Got a lean plug, text, arrangin'

And I prolly had the oil spills

Thirty rounds and I’ma bang it

Every video gon' be a drill

they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up

Yes, I don’t flip some, my price is going up, up

Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club

Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up

We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Smoke in the air, get stuck there

Got bands and bullets on

This ain’t a jet, this the Con Air

John Doe

Triple cross you with the run do

Make 'em patch up your body with bundle

Get bags and trap out the condo

Go up with the balls on 'em

Like I’m Left Eye

Left hand cookin' a stir fry (Hit it)

Red dot, hit 'em from birds eye

Sniper shoot you from the nosebleed

Gucci go on a murder scene

Longway Frank White wit' the blue cheese

I want in on all them niggas who in

My homie wit' ten do ten bowls of weed (Trappin')

I set the trend, it up by the week

Bought the Maybach 'cause it matched the Philippe

Cartier shake when I’m geekin' like Screech

Thousand OG’s and they gone in a week

4, 48, that’s a thousand a piece

Call out the play like a referee

He go up 'fore I let a nigga take from me

they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up

Yes, I don’t flip some, my price is going up, up

Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club

Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up

We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up