Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up Up, artist - Pee Wee Longway. Album song The Blue M&M 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, MPA Bandcamp
Song language: English
Up Up |
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 |