Текст песни Way Way Up feat: D. J. Knight - Remix - Catastrophic

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
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

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!