Yeah Bro
Got an RPG
(Bitch, I'm loaded, I don't give a f*ck)
Got a C4, too, ahaha
Got an RPG, got a rocket launcher, a bazooka (Rising Up)
(I don't need no playing, bitch, I'm on my game)
Bitch, I own a rocket
Imma shoot you with my rocket
Yes, I place it in my pocket
Niggas need to close they eye lids
They just prayed for there f*cking lives with those sins
With the justice Imma shoot em like a mime in this bitch
Like a mime in this bitch I can't talk I move
Like a crime in this bitch justice will prove
Imma slither like a snake cause I know my tail is bait
When I rattle then you ate
Imma eat you like a steak
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
Too- too woke always scanning with my eyes (Ahh)
Origami never folding, don't got time (Ahh)
Choppa flashing like a Snapchat photo (Ahh)
Niggas acting like they never had a bro though (Ahh)
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
Too much drip I slip
Too much drip I slip (Aye)
Need a mop, need a mop for this shit (Aye)
Imma mop it down, that's my drip though
It just disappeared cause it's lit bro
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
We go up
(Going up!)
(Going up!)
(Rising Up Beats!)