Way Up Lyrics - Tracy T

Ya, ya 

Ya, ya 

Turn them headphones up Cruz 

Way up 

Shit like I'm Jackie Chan 

Summer is lit and we back again 

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up 

Can't believe they tried to play us 

Run a check and tell' em pay up 

Its all business ain't no favors 

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up 

Summer comin' better save up 

Going up like elevators 

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up 

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That indirect shit never get by us 

Niggas like bitches be dick ridin' 

Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor 

See 'em and I smack the shit out 'em 

Throwin' ten k like its ten dollars 

I grab that bitch make a ten out her 

I pop perc fuck the shit out her 

Fuck her so good thought I care bout her 

She know I been 'bout it I'm on my way up 

My chick a Barbie no weave and no makeup 

Hang with the trappers don't be with no haters 

My city gon' tell you that we on some paper 

Theolonius capers when I'm in that Wraith 

I'm feelin' like Meechie or three ATL 

Purp got leanin' like I on a rail 

Mixing that Birk with that new YSL 

Sellin' that dope gave me confidence 

Bust down the Role gave me confidence 

I let the fiend watch the coupe tell 'em polish it 

She on my dick I can't you no promises 

Bahgdad on that pussy bombin' shit 

Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit 

Rockin' Givenchy shit 

Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin' shit 

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I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up 

Can't believe they tried to play us 

Run a check and tell' em pay up 

Its all business ain't no favors 

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up 

Summer comin' better save up 

Going up like elevators 

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up 

Way up, way up, way up 

Skinny nigga walkin' like done got his weight up 

Hold up bitch I'm movin' fast they holler "Wait up" 

Fixin' bitches just so I can fuck and break her 

I been doin' this since Jacob came with Jacobs 

If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up 

Bombin' in Atlana aka Al-Queda 

Crossin' up I'm Kyrie Irving with the lay up 

Pushin' whips and poppin' pistols for the paper 

Goin' up they want to stop your elevator 

Havin' lunch on top of [?] feelin' way up 

Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor 

Meet me [?] 

I pull up with work like I'm [?] 

Put tens on that bitch for the haters 

That work it came in from lil' [?] 

Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer 

Them niggas ain't poppin' shit got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković 

[?] fuck it lil' nigga it got me rich 

Ya you might got a gun but you ain't poppin' it 

Nigga doin' dirty business got damn Lord save 'em 

Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up 

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up 

Can't believe they tried to play us 

Run a check and tell' em pay up 

Its all business ain't no favors 

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up 

Summer comin' better save up 

Going up like elevators 

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up