Let’s Go Up lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans]
Hey

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Let's go up, let's go up
Let's go up, let's go up
What's in my cup? (Huh, yeah, hey) Mud
Hittin' racks by the ton, dog
We booted up, she like it raw
I pull up, bust all on her face, she lick it up
Feel like the hottest young n*gga in the slums
I'm on these drugs, like, day and night, can't get enough (Woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Ay, I got the Glock on the side of me
Young n*gga try me he get a apostrophe
I'm doing your hoe, I know you getting tired of me
Ha, I just took your hoe, boy you should be proud of me
I just hit a n*gga b*tch in some Gucci flip flops
I know she don't really love me, like my chains and my roll
Why you doing all that talking, stop that talking, make me soft
I just like the way you walk, ass fat, pus*y soft
Can't cuff these hoes, I pass and toss
Sipping syrup like some rock

[Chorus: Yung Bans & Slim Santana]
Let's go up, let's go up (Let's go up)
Let's go up, let's go up (Let's go up)
What's in my cup? (Huh, yeah, hey) Mud
Hittin' racks by the ton, dog
We booted up, she like it raw
I pull up, bust all on her face, she lick it up
Feel like the hottest young n*gga in the slums
I'm on these drugs, like, day and night, can't get enough
[Verse 2: Slim Santana]
Get millions racks, I'm on the drugs
Yeah f*ck the plug, ain't showing no love
Breaking news, we break the rules
Don't cross the gang, them pistols bang
I ain't playing sh*t, ain't spending sh*t
My young n*ggas pulling up, spraying sh*t
He got a standard clips, extend it, magic, know he gon' AR sh*t
Crossed a n*gga out, no AR sh*t
She gon' eat the di*k, can't trust that b*tch, no, no
Yeah, can't trust that b*tch, no, no
Yeah, yeah, can't trust that b*tch, no, no (Let's go up)
'Cause I wanna go up with the bros (Let's go up)
Yeah, wipe a n*gga nose (Let's go up)
You know that I was chose (Let's go up)

[Chorus: Yung Bans & YNW Melly]
Let's go up, let's go up
Let's go up, let's go up
What's in my cup? (Huh, yeah, hey) Mud
Hittin' racks by the ton, dog
We booted up, she like it raw
I pull up, bust all on her face, she lick it up (Up)
Feel like the hottest young n*gga in the slums (In the slums)
I'm on these drugs, like, day and night, can't get enough (Can't get enough)
[Verse 3: YNW Melly]
Slime ball, how can you sweat it? (Can you sweat it?)
You the goat, I'm the goat, who better?
Hit the b*tch with the all black Beretta (Beretta)
Where the f*ck was she at when we writin' them letters?
These b*tches, they say I'm aggressive
f*ck the b*tch, man you know I ain't no extra
n*gga talking but don't want no pressure
Beat the .40, mhm, stretch it

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Let's go up, let's go up
Let's go up, let's go up
What's in my cup? (Huh, yeah, hey) Mud
Hittin' racks by the ton, dog
We booted up, she like it raw
I pull up, bust all on her face, she lick it up
Feel like the hottest young n*gga in the slums
I'm on these drugs, like, day and night, can't get enough