Allah - Way Up lyrics

(Intro: Allah) Windows on the whip are so tinted b**hes i don't even know in it Go against the sheep its no winnin If my n***as go i go wit em Yay yay yay Stuntin on you n***as going way man Flashin on you n***as going way man Spazzin on you n***as going way man Whipping going way way way way (Verse 1: Allah) I like b**hes You like b**hes She like b**hes He like b**hes f** it we like b**hes Imma f** her ill record it if she looking fine If its long enough a n***a might put it on vine I was walking into n***as sniffing up a line They told me that its ok they do this all the time I ain't giving names i gotta keep it on the low mane Rollin with some asian b**hes now I'm on the low mien Oh god Murder sh** Now a n***a back up on his murder sh** Blvcksheep n***a know you heard the sh** What you f**in rappin i ain't heard the sh** Im the type of n***a to convince some bad b**hes they look good together just so i can watch em f** each other You the type of n***a to convince some bad b**hes that it isn't normal when they start to f** and touch each other oh! (Interlude: Allah) I'm going way up aye I'm going way up aye I'm going way up aye I'm going way up aye (Verse 2: Allah) Real n***a check my MO I'm out da MI Am I makin an MI at 21 Young n***a check the res sups fly I'm the guy you gotta call you want it done I got his money, her money, yo money Feds at the door i say i don't know money Geno owe me some but the trap moving slow money Lil n***as flashin they lil to no money I invest do it best you blow money We ain't sayin much keep that on the low money Not enough bags we prolly need 4 money n***as wack showin off so and so money Laawwd This ain't a scenario for scary hoes A lot of burdens n***a man i carry those n***as got me out my f**ing element Got me whipping up the elements Lemme just address the elephants You are not the realest imma be a realist You are not an artist you are not the hardest You just a f**in gimmick you a f**in mimic You was fixing yo daughter barrettes I was shining my daddy barretta n***a its whatever new coogi sweater They shoot at whoever We tired of playin Realest n***a you should put me in the book of Guinness Don't you ask for anything if it is not forgiveness Point her to the whip and tell her that we f**in in this I know my n***as my squad in here we f**in in this oh my god! (Outro: Allah) Way, way Yeah, Way man Im going way man Going way Yeah Im going way Yeah