Going Up lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
1400
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Chopper make 'em melt (Melt)
Put 'em on a shelf (Bah)
These the cards he dealt (Haha)
Rage is what he felt (Felt)
n*ggas lil' n*ggas (n*ggas)
I'ma get the belt (Belt)
I tried to f*ck with n*ggas, but n*ggas all for they self (They self)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Famous Dex]
They pride way too high, I might just give that boy a shell (Yeah)
But we don't give a f*ck, think sh*t sweet, don't press your luck
We keep that chop', won't knuckle up unless you're family, friends, or blood
You know this sh*t be goin' up (Up), we got fifty, goin' up (Up)
I got b*tches goin' up (Uppy), so I'm in the whip doin' doughnuts (Uppy)
These n*ggas know I'm with the sh*ts, man, you know I'm poppin' sh*t (Bah)
Man, you know I'm on my big dog, big poppa sh*t (Yeah)
If you want war with us, then we pull up sockin' sh*t (Bah, bah)
Yeah, hit 'em, huh, yeah, I had to bop the b*tch (Bah)
Pull up rockin' sh*t like a motherf*ckin' band
I got my feet up in the sand, I'm at the beach with a b*tch, she Sandy Cheeks, I'm Dirty Dan
I'm smokin' out the P, remember I couldn't even buy a gram
Speakin' of the beach, I keep that heat, lil' b*tch, don’t catch a tan (Yeah)
Catch 'em in the street and let it fly, that boy turned Peter Pan
Saw my opp at Walmart, I swear to god he was a fan
And I been the biggest bird, b*tch, I'm falcon when I land (Oh man, goddamn)
[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Ha, huh, I just pull up in a big body (Skrr)
Baby girl off the Molly, Prada my feet, don't want no Versace
I catch me a opp, put holes in his body (Bow, bow)
Ten b*tches geekin' up in the lobby
Diamonds on me, babe, you know I'ma have it
Huh, hold on where?
Baby, give me head (Give me head)
If I catch a opp, I swear that that boy, he be dead (Bow, bow)
And I'm with Trippie and you know he bang that red
I can't hang with suckers 'cause they talking to the feds (Hah, A Dexter)
Huh, hold on, huh
Richard Mille cost a house
'Cago n*gga, I come from the South
Remember when them days used to sleep on the couch
That more money like "Blaow"
Get to the money, the M&Ms
Can't be in my section, them boys is not having it
I pulled up in a Bentley, no Benz (What?)
I wanna f*ck on your friend (I wanna f*ck on your frie—)
Dexter

[Bridge: Famous Dex & Trippie Redd]
I told my baby, like, "I really like you and I'm talk—
Like, I really do like you, um
What's seven plus seven? 14, right?"
Trippie talk to 'em
f*ck it (Yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Rich The Kid]
Chopper make 'em melt (Melt)
Put 'em on a shelf (Bah)
These the cards he dealt (Haha)
Rage is what he felt (Felt)
n*ggas lil' n*ggas (n*ggas)
I'ma get the belt (Belt)
I tried to f*ck with n*ggas, but n*ggas all for they self (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Prices going up (Up)
b*tches going up (Up)
How can I fall off when all my money going up? (Okay)
Birkin for my b*tch and for my wrist a couple bucks
Pour lean in the red cup (Red)
I'm pouring the racks up (Racks up)
I can't leave without my baby (My baby)
b*tch, yeah, that's my chopper (My chopper)
They don't want no smoke 'cause they gon' pull up, red dot 'em (Grah)
They gon' roll 'em up (Up)
Drugs going up (Up)
Tesla for my b*tches, all my hoes be going up (Going up)
I might pull up in a Lam', like all my doors be going up
Bought the bro some Eliantte, ain't nobody cold as us (Yeah)
Made another forty milly (Yeah), I gave lil' bro a cut (Yeah)
I might drop like thirty racks and have your ho to pick 'em up (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Chopper make 'em melt
Put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt
Rage is what he felt
n*ggas lil' n*ggas
I'ma get the belt
I tried to f*ck with n*ggas, but n*ggas all for they self

[Outro: Trippie Redd]
Chopper make 'em melt
Put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt
Rage is what he felt
n*ggas lil' n*ggas
I'ma get the belt
I tried to f*ck with n*ggas, but n*ggas all for they self