Goin Up (Intro) - Retch

Yeah, yeah

This shit gonna go brazy

Yeah

Fell out with my BM with hoes off of Insta

Goofy lil' bitches stay under my pictures

Michael Amiri on all of my denim

Lime green Margiela 'cause that’s how I’m feelin'

Jump in some Fendi then jump on a dirt bike

That bitch saditty, still hit on the first night

Had to stay true, took that work on the turnpike

Ain’t use to come in the crib 'til the sunlight

Stood on the porch, made the crib 'til the sunlight

I fucked that bitch while I’m watchin' the sun rise

Tricky young nigga, I might just finesse you

Save a lil' money, you gotta do better

Smokin' gelato inside of the seven

Gotta go meet the connect at 11

Last couple days, I been gettin' too faded

I don’t see no one, so you wouldn’t know it

I take a pint of that red and I pour it

I take a wad full of bread and I throw it

That lil' ten months got me back in my focus

We just been shoppin' at Louis like Kroegers

We just been shoppin' at Gucci like Rite Aid

Only eat five star, won’t catch me at Friday’s

Whippin' that work, got it stretched like pilates

I take a Perky and leavin' my body

Coupe quarter milli' to sit in the driveway

She suck the soul out the kid on the highway

I been the man since like way before MySpace

I cannot hit none them bitches where I stay

Motherfuck a hater, let’s fuck up some paper

Ball in LA like a motherfuckin' Laker

I got some hoes that gon' go out in Vegas

Shit, if I like it, I get it in flavors

I cannot show no respect to a goofy

I had to go on a drill with an Uzi

I had to shit on some bitches that knew me

But bitch, you don’t know me 'cause now it’s a new me

We at a public event with the tooly

Late night we post up outside with the goonies

She not gon' poke me 'cause she not no groupie

I’m tryna fuck on her friend, tell her oop me

Sit back and watch me, this only the get-back

Told on your homie, no, I can’t respect that

Don’t want no convo, just point where the check at

You gotta back up that shit if you said that

I just hit two hoes when I was on vacay

I made 'em 69, then I had a trey-way

I just been runnin' up cash with the gang gang

Shit wasn’t workin' no more had to change lanes

I cannot wait up 'cause I’m on my way up

They tried to play us, now they gotta pay us

Niggas don’t get to the cash so they hate us

I’m at the valet, they pullin' the 8 up

I got my weight up and they got they hate up

Can’t do no fake, I done went got my cake up

Shawty tryna fuck up my drip with her makeup

Easy to get it, you just gotta stay up

I talk that shit for the swipers and dope boys

I cannot entertain beef with a broke boy

You don’t wan' do this, I’m sippin' on remix

Light up a blunt and I fly off to Venus

Left for a sec but I’m back with the turn-up

Poles by the burners, don’t talk 'bout no murders

Ain’t 'bout no guala, this shit don’t concern us

Actin' extensively, create a disturbance

Just got a K from the bro on the JPay

Free all the broskis that’s down in the chain gang

Whole lot of bloods in my family, that’s gang way

Red flag in school, out my pocket in sixth grade

I went to trial and I left in a Bentley

I’m just gon' fuck on this bitch at the Benis

She rockin' Gucci, I stood out in Fendi

Everything Gucci for real, that’s a Fendi

They think I signed for a deal, I’m offended

We in the streets for real, nigga, we gettin' it

I ran it up off of mindin' my business

My neck a glacier, my timing is different

I really had to survive in the trenches

Ain’t suckin' no dick, had to grind for a minute

All of that brand new designer, we gettin' it

Ballin', I had to stay down on my pivot

Bustin' down strips in the Beamer

I pour me a strip of that nina (Sippin' my cup)

Lil' shawty a regular diva

Hit her three times like Adidas (All in her guts)

Fur might be made out of beaver

People, they callin' up PETA (Give no fucks)

Crime money, get to the peak

And I dropped that new shit for they speakers (Turn up)