Goin Up Lyrics

Got the beat From toretto

Tryta scan me that's a hell no

In the hood I got stripes no Adidas no shell toe

And I gotta stay strapped but my shoes ain't Velcro's

And I'm headed for the stars

Tryna stop me I can't go

Got the beat From toretto

Tryta scan me that's a hell no

In the hood I got stripes no Adidas no shell toe

And I gotta stay strapped but my shoes ain't Velcro's

And I'm headed for the stars

Tryna stop me I can't go

No adidas 3 stripes

Nike check I got that bag on me

Walk-in around and they mad at me

Blowing on weed living lavishly

Smokin on weed burning calories

Wax fuckin wit my allergies

Smell weed when you passing me

Get buck get clapped for free

Since brown since been a g

Got my piece if you wanna piece

Fuck round take the whole slice

Cold bars no Klondike

I'm not who you sound like

Sound check to get the sound right

Kill a nigga tryna style bite

Gon head cuz yo style wack

Gasoline when I'm on the track

Hell yea I'm Flamin up

Big wood or a double Dutch

Paper planes few grams or and up

Wish you could

But can fuck wit is

Tatted word

Drizzy gang

Swag nation that's the same thang gang gang gang gang gang