RetcH — Goin Up Intro

[Intro] Yeah, yeah This shit gonna go brazy Yeah [Verse] 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)