I'm going up, I hear her gasping only sound
I'm rolling up, on top of her casket underground
Yeah her soul is up
Up for auction safe and sound
Best not roll with us
Cause' you get caught up with a pound
I'm throwing up, I swear I cant even keep shit down
My pole aint tucked
My boys get lethal out of bounds
Riding with mother f*cking stoleys yeah
They be pop out on the police yeah
We pop out ice on our Rollies yeah
But money the only component
He don't know fronts
I can just loan it, loan it
Baby where I hit your phone at
I hit the blunt
I cannot go back, go back
Me and my gang hitting roll backs
That gas it stunk
He is below that
Splitting that 16 ounce into 4 bags
We smoke 'em down
Hey, we spin around
What type of color hair you got, she say its brown
Sike, that bitch a brunette
That car is so slow where the tune at
His music be ass, man where is the tunes at
I hop in that car and I boom it
I am not playing with hoes like I'm cupid
But you cannot play with them hoes
If they- if they too bad
Then you get attached
I don't know what coming next
10 bigger racks
Been figured that
I'm throwing up, I swear I cant even keep shit down
My pole aint tucked
My boys get lethal out of bounds
I'm going up, I hear her gasping only sound
I'm rolling up, on top of her casket underground
Yeah her soul is up
Up for auction safe and sound
Best not roll with us
Cause' you get caught up with a pound
I'm throwing up
F*ck what was that sound
Hey I cannot play with a bitch
Huh, I beat that hoe down
Hey, Die spray the whole ground
Huh, Shh don't make a sound
I got the killers they staying with me, man they ride around with dirty rounds
Yeah, Yeah
I stay with a K, little bro you should know that
He talking shit but we know where is 'lo at
She a little freak how she know how to throw that
Look at my pockets, more cash
Tell your bro get your bro back
And we only getting in new money
So I don't a f*ck about a old rack
And we only chasing them blue hundreds
We aint riding around with no old tags
I, told that bitch give me my soul back
Sike, keep it forever you so bad
Sike, f*ck your forever and go back
Keep it 100 you know that
Just, spent like 200 I blow that
I do anything just to show that
Yeah show that
nic stic - Going Up (feat. Cayden) Lyrics
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I'm going up, I hear her gasping only sound
I'm rolling up, on top of her casket underground
Yeah her soul is up
Up for auction safe and sound
Best not roll with us
Cause' you get caught up with a pound
I'm throwing up, I swear I cant even keep shit down
My pole aint tucked
My boys get lethal out of bounds
Riding with mother f*cking stoleys yeah
They be pop out on the police yeah
We pop out ice on our Rollies yeah
But money the only component
He don't know fronts
I can just loan it, loan it
Baby where I hit your phone at
I hit the blunt
I cannot go back, go back
Me and my gang hitting roll backs
That gas it stunk
He is below that
Splitting that 16 ounce into 4 bags
We smoke 'em down
Hey, we spin around
What type of color hair you got, she say its brown
Sike, that bitch a brunette
That car is so slow where the tune at
His music be ass, man where is the tunes at
I hop in that car and I boom it
I am not playing with hoes like I'm cupid
But you cannot play with them hoes
If they- if they too bad
Then you get attached
I don't know what coming next
10 bigger racks
Been figured that
I'm throwing up, I swear I cant even keep shit down
My pole aint tucked
My boys get lethal out of bounds
I'm going up, I hear her gasping only sound
I'm rolling up, on top of her casket underground
Yeah her soul is up
Up for auction safe and sound
Best not roll with us
Cause' you get caught up with a pound
I'm throwing up
F*ck what was that sound
Hey I cannot play with a bitch
Huh, I beat that hoe down
Hey, Die spray the whole ground
Huh, Shh don't make a sound
I got the killers they staying with me, man they ride around with dirty rounds
Yeah, Yeah
I stay with a K, little bro you should know that
He talking shit but we know where is 'lo at
She a little freak how she know how to throw that
Look at my pockets, more cash
Tell your bro get your bro back
And we only getting in new money
So I don't a f*ck about a old rack
And we only chasing them blue hundreds
We aint riding around with no old tags
I, told that bitch give me my soul back
Sike, keep it forever you so bad
Sike, f*ck your forever and go back
Keep it 100 you know that
Just, spent like 200 I blow that
I do anything just to show that
Yeah show that
I'm rolling up, on top of her casket underground
Yeah her soul is up
Up for auction safe and sound
Best not roll with us
Cause' you get caught up with a pound
I'm throwing up, I swear I cant even keep shit down
My pole aint tucked
My boys get lethal out of bounds
Riding with mother f*cking stoleys yeah
They be pop out on the police yeah
We pop out ice on our Rollies yeah
But money the only component
He don't know fronts
I can just loan it, loan it
Baby where I hit your phone at
I hit the blunt
I cannot go back, go back
Me and my gang hitting roll backs
That gas it stunk
He is below that
Splitting that 16 ounce into 4 bags
We smoke 'em down
Hey, we spin around
What type of color hair you got, she say its brown
Sike, that bitch a brunette
That car is so slow where the tune at
His music be ass, man where is the tunes at
I hop in that car and I boom it
I am not playing with hoes like I'm cupid
But you cannot play with them hoes
If they- if they too bad
Then you get attached
I don't know what coming next
10 bigger racks
Been figured that
I'm throwing up, I swear I cant even keep shit down
My pole aint tucked
My boys get lethal out of bounds
I'm going up, I hear her gasping only sound
I'm rolling up, on top of her casket underground
Yeah her soul is up
Up for auction safe and sound
Best not roll with us
Cause' you get caught up with a pound
I'm throwing up
F*ck what was that sound
Hey I cannot play with a bitch
Huh, I beat that hoe down
Hey, Die spray the whole ground
Huh, Shh don't make a sound
I got the killers they staying with me, man they ride around with dirty rounds
Yeah, Yeah
I stay with a K, little bro you should know that
He talking shit but we know where is 'lo at
She a little freak how she know how to throw that
Look at my pockets, more cash
Tell your bro get your bro back
And we only getting in new money
So I don't a f*ck about a old rack
And we only chasing them blue hundreds
We aint riding around with no old tags
I, told that bitch give me my soul back
Sike, keep it forever you so bad
Sike, f*ck your forever and go back
Keep it 100 you know that
Just, spent like 200 I blow that
I do anything just to show that
Yeah show that
Writer: nic stic
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