Up Up Away (Feat. Vince Staples)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, citch Norf Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Norf, Norf Ayy, ayy, where's JID Norf, yeah Ayy, ayy, this the Dream, this the Dreamville, right Chorus: Vince Staples & JID Up, up, away She love the way I run the play To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid The funds I make can break the bank Facts I break ya face Facts I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block Uh, uh you tweak, get shot Finna get high, finna get I bleed the block Uh, look, you tweak, get shot Oh, shit Verse 1: JID I squeeze, then I leave, bet a mothafucka die before me I know my rights but I'd be wrong if I don't ride with the heat Yeah, yeah Since you left, I ain't been right, so I got the rifle on me Damn I don't need niggas fightin' for me Nah Get a nigga nose wiped for me No, spitefully A opp got popped Woah, diddy-da Diddy-da, ha-ha Left on read, dot-dot-dot, doom-doom-doom Knock-knock at the door, nigga, what's new Lil' nigga with the broom finna brush you Line a nigga up, fade cut you Cut it out, you can't knock the hustle 'Cause when I bust I'm JaMarcus Russell No Ryan Leaf, damn livin' hard, baby Dyin' easy as dinosaurs, Mayan prophecies Nah Michelangelo Yeah, Maya Angelou, now I'm ramblin' No, oh my God Take ya panties off and make a man of me Yeah, yeah Thick and juicy booty like a manatee Whoa Man, gun in my pants, roll up and I'ma defend Ima' d-, I'ma d- Sayin', You with your mans Chorus: Vince Staples Up, up, away She love the way I run the play To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid The funds I make can break the bank Facts I break ya face Facts I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot Ayy, ayy Verse 2: Vince Staples Pay me, run on ATL, I got Picassos in my crib Uh-huh I up and squeeze, no three AG's Yeah, I keep El Chapos in my crib Uh-huh No Toronto, I got six Uh-uh, big revolvers like I'm Clint Uh-huh Dirty Harry, even granny keep it on her, Tyler Perry Halle Berry, I might crash in the pussy for real For real, for real Know they got to blow a bag when they book me for real For real, for real Ain't nobody bigger than a body, Tookie got killed Even Raymond got killed, so I stay with conceal Boom Just made a order for a lawyer, bro'nem facin' appeal Uh-huh My guy's a real upstandin' brother, on occasion he kills Uh-huh We not actin', we don't need no activation for kills Uh-huh I'll cut your onion, crush your muffin Yeah, yeah I'm a gangsta like Grillz Norf Verse 3: Doctur Dot I got a lightbulb over my head Got a plot that I'm about to manifest They should document a nigga followin' A nigga hypnotizin' like I'm Simon Says American Terrorist, homebred Pull up, pop-pop-pop-pop, everybody dead Playin' Boyz II Men to your thoughts and prayers You don't even care, you don't believe in God You got a Caesar cut, you ain't even, odd I used to be the plug, now I'm supercharged Cowabunga, Cucamonga Cracka Killa No days off, can't do my job 12:34 or I catch the clock On God, crack my ribs, tear my heart Run the spades, hit the club Pull your card, on the wave, rock the boat, Amistad Hoppin' out the hotbox, now they outta pocket Feel like 'Pac, what you can't get, I been unlockin' If you ain't shit, you end up shot Love your bitch but all that pillow-talkin' have you end up caught Shut yo mouth, sayin' what you saw, that's a fatal flaw Chorus: Vince Staples Up, up, away She love the way I run the play To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid The funds I make can break the bank Facts I break ya face Facts I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot