Way Way Up

You took 5 tho' Stretched into a quarter bird You know young killers didn't testify say a word You got bitch wit weave That stay getting on your nerves I need Some promethazine Pop me a bean We going Way-way UP! You took 5 tho' Stretched into a quarter bird You know young killers didn't testify say a word You got bitch wit weave That stay getting on your nerves I need Some promethazine Pop me a bean We going Way-way UP! I drop pure cocaine No mix to get these bricks Hotbox fumes You up all night gon' need a fix I tried trappin' Wit some niggas had to quit I tried trappin' In the schoolhouse had to admit it That w'unt fa' me They knew my name You want so smoke Ain't No Joke Give me page Minimum wage that ain't for me I didn't see my mother do it Put my on stage Watch me get paid I know what the other niggas doing I got a bitch I don't know her name But I pay bills I'm not her man She likes to smoke Pull-on that octane Keep something rolled Got hot flames Remember me in that box frame Let to set it off in her projects I took 5 tho' Stretched into a quarter bird Call me a hot boy I know old heads out 24/7 Begging Want what you got They want you shot COPS All on the block Ain't nobody saying no words A body on the curb Disturbed You got on his nerves While I was smoking weed drank syrup You took 5 tho' Stretched into a quarter bird You know young killers didn't testify say a word You got bitch wit weave That stay getting on your nerves I need Some promethazine Pop me a bean We going Way-way UP! You took 5 tho' Stretched into a quarter bird You know young killers didn't testify say a word You got bitch wit weave That stay getting on your nerves I need Some promethazine Pop me a bean We going Way-way UP! I took 100 pills In 1 month Lost about 10 thousand Smoked me a blunt I did not front I ran them trap house I'm talking numbers Almost a 1 thou' a day Just to get back Hot in the winter Cold in the summer Got it on my 6 pack That w'unt fa' me They knew my name You want so smoke Ain't No Joke Give me page I got a passion You know what it is Aint Talkin broadcasting This bitch here featherweight Now you can levitate Leaving the floor nasty You got a baddie I keep her mad at me She knows I bust that pussy open That's why she calls me DADDY She likes to smoke Pull-on that octane Keep something rolled Got hot flames Remember me in that box frame Let to set it off in her projects Gotta stop that Letting my top back Brand new J's on the Gas That Glock stashed Got a Brick of smoke 5th of dope I'm looking at you niggas In slow motion[14] We got back to ballin' No getting off Aint no secondary You like to peep I got a peephole That's Necessary You took 5 tho' Stretched into a quarter bird You know young killers didn't testify say a word You got bitch wit weave That stay getting on your nerves I need Some promethazine Pop me a bean We going Way-way UP! You took 5 tho' Stretched into a quarter bird You know young killers didn't testify say a word You got bitch wit weave That stay getting on your nerves I need Some promethazine Pop me a bean We going Way-way UP!