Текст песни Up Up - Peewee Longway

Longway, Longway
This shit like a light switch, nigga, go on and off nigga
I'm the field, I'm always on, pussy
Every nigga round, we goin' up, up, up, up, up nigga
You gon' stay down

[?] they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up
Yes, I don't flip some, my price is going up, up
Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club
Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Diamonds on my neck, ain't made for tuckin', bitch, it bling bling
.30's in the club, all my homies brought the same thing
Please don't make me gang bang, now they playing blame gang
Every time we slide through, 30 more shots baow, baow, baow, baow
Everybody duckin' the crowd, wow
Gang lookin' like wow
I'm living too reckless and wild
The blue Suge Knight of the south
Little biddy boy, pipe down
I can get it up right now (Bad)
Smoke in the air right now (Who want smoke?)
Got a cancer stick on me right now
I fuck the bitch up right here
Might just pull up with my dealer
Theirs pink boogers on the fireman
Lemon Heads in my ear
Got a lean plug, text, arrangin'
And I prolly had the oil spills
Thirty rounds and I'ma bang it
Every video gon' be a drill

[?] they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up
Yes, I don't flip some, my price is going up, up
Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club
Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Smoke in the air, itget stuck there
Got bands and bullets on bonds fell
This ain't a jet, this the Con Air
Comer her they go by the John Doe
Triple cross you with the run do
Make 'em patch up your body with bundle
Get bags and trap out the condo
Go up with the balls on 'em
[?] ball of fry
My arson hot Like I'm Left Eye
Left hand cookin' a stir fry (Hit it)
Red dot, hit 'em from birds eye
Sniper shoot you from the nosebleed
Gucci go bye on a murder scene
Longway Frank White wit' the blue cheese
I want in on all them niggas who in
My homie wit' ten do ten bowls of weed (Trappin')
I set the trend, it up by the week
Bought the Maybach 'cause it matched the Philippe
Cartier shake when I'm geekin' like Screech
Thousand OG's and they gone in a week
4, 48, that's a thousand a piece
Call out the play like a referee
He go up 'fore I let a nigga take from me

[?] they snatch my chain, boy, you got me fucked up
Yes, I don't flip some, my price is going up, up
Yes, we might just strip you like a bitch inside the booty club
Yes, you might get budget like a script, four pints, and Adderall
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Smoke up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We going' up, up, up, up, up, up, up