Goin Up lyrics

[Intro]
John Gabbana
I'm surrounded by steppers
My dog just caught 5, he didn't fold under pressure
(Belin be chasin' them bands, boy)
Sheesh
(It's StardustSZN)

[Chorus]
I'm all about money, can't go out a junkie
Let's go out the country, I love to take chances
Tryna be funny, this Glock 40 chunky
If you feeling jumpy, I'm not with the antics
AMG seats look like a peanut butter sandwich
Ramen noodles and bologna, that's a county jail manwhich
Good under pressure, don't know how to panic
I'm going up and I know they can't stand it
Pocket rocket, boy, this b*tch gon' do damage
Thotty thotty ate my di*k like it's salmon
Open my mouth, them diamonds get to dancing
I'm sharp in this b*tch, got me feeling like Shannon
They not f*cking with me, they don't understand me
My life an adventure, like Billy and Mandy
I'm gon' touch a million, I put that on granny
Ayy, let's take a trip to Miami

[Verse]
Been hit once so I tote that ratchet
If it's outta reach, I'm lacking
.45 make a n*gga do gymnastics
If I gotta up it, I'ma work my magic
Momma, yo' son got a lot of bad habits
Bought a Mercedes, woke up then crashed it
Break it down, roll it up, puff puff pass it
Hit a lick, split it in three then stashed it
Now they showing love they wanna ride wave
Humbled myself but let me find a bank
Had to take a lil' break, I needed time and space
My son gotta eat, don't got time to waste
Don't need new friends, b*tch, don't smile in my face
f*ck my P.O. 'cause she tried to build a case
Still on probation, hope I don't violate
New horse, blue sport, if a n*gga wanna race
I ain't biting my tongue, let me talk my sh*t
Big boss, Rick Ross, whole lotta big sh*t
One hit, quick fix, new b*tch, that's it
Catch flights, pipe sh*t, di*k long, nightstick
These flawless VVS, so I talk like this
Spent a thousand on my jeans, so I walk like this
I ain't seen another n*gga do it all like this
b*tch, I could've went pro the way I ball like this

[Chorus]
I'm all about money, can't go out a junkie
Let's go out the country, I love to take chances
Tryna be funny, this Glock 40 chunky
If you feeling jumpy, I'm not with the antics
AMG seats look like a peanut butter sandwich
Ramen noodles and bologna, that's a county jail manwhich
Good under pressure, don't know how to panic
I'm going up and I know they can't stand it
Pocket rocket, boy, this b*tch gon' do damage
Thotty thotty ate my di*k like it's salmon
Open my mouth, them diamonds get to dancing
I'm sharp in this b*tch, got me feeling like Shannon
They not f*cking with me, they don't understand me
My life an adventure, like Billy and Mandy
I'm gon' touch a million, I put that on granny
Ayy, let's take a trip to Miami