Going Up lyrics

[Intro: Skilla Baby]
Walk with me, Lord
Walk with me
Ah-la-la
Jesus, Jesus, darling
(Ayo, Eli, what the f*ck?)
Ha

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
I'm outside in New York, I'm with my n*gga, TJ (No cap)
When we drop this sh*t, my boys send this to the DJ (Ha)
I'm with a little Spanish jawn, she got my sh*t on replay
I don't slide in Scats no more, I'm slidin' through an Elade
They know I really be outside, I never trip when I'm with gang
n*ggas think I calmed down, I'm still spinnin' with my flame
Killers with me, b*tches on me, sh*t get lit when I'm on stage (Ha)
Please don't think I'm just a rapper, still'll blick you with my chain (Bop)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I don't know where the feds at, but I'm still gon' chance that
Just to bring that bread back, all my opps gеt head-tapped (Bop)
He said hе wanted smoke with me, now he a fire strand, pack
Say they want me dead, cap, that sh*t got his mans fapped (Ha)

[Verse 2: TJ Porter & Skilla Baby]
That sh*t got his mans popped (Bop)
If it's smoke, gon' dead that (Gon' dead that)
We gon' catch them bodies, f*ck that talkin', I'm just sayin' facts
I'm the one who's sendin' out them hits, can't get my mans back
Told my killers, I'm pointin' out that sh*t, on God, they sprayin' at it, they sprayin' at it (Brrt)
Diamonds on me, glowin' up (Glowin' up)
That b*tch can't come home with us (Home with us)
'Cause she ain't gon' act ho enough (Ho enough)
She f*ck me good, we goin' up (Goin' up)
I put on that sh*t when I'm outside, got b*tches goin' nuts (Goin' nuts)
They be on my di*k whenever I slide with gang, we throw it up (Haha)
Lamb' truck, Rolls truck, back to back, we foreigned up (Foreigned up)
I been leanin' off the drink, sippin' on the drink, tell you, "Yeah, pour it up"
I done really hit up every b*tch up in the city, I only want foreigners (Foreigners)
Twenty b*tches, four of us (Ha)
I know that they know it's up
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
I'm outside in New York, I'm with my n*gga, TJ (No cap)
When we drop this sh*t, my boys send this to the DJ (Ha)
I'm with a little Spanish jawn, she got my sh*t on replay
I don't slide in Scats no more, I'm slidin' through an Elade
They know I really be outside, I never trip when I'm with gang
n*ggas think I calmed down, I'm still spinnin' with my flame
Killers with me, b*tches on me, sh*t get lit when I'm on stage (Ha)
Please don't think I'm just a rapper, still'll blick you with my chain (Bop)