Up Up And Away (Produced by Wizz Dumb & Timbaland)
Up Up And Away Up Up And Away Up Up And Away
I’m about to go up up and away Dick in your mouth F-ck what you say You sweet as pie a muffin and cake Dick in her mouth, I’m f-cking her face Live for the night, sleep in the day Ya high as f-ck, sleep it away I am a dog, you should keep in the gate P-ssy, hm, how sweet is the taste? Gun to ya head, what ya peep gonna say Weezy bitch, I’m deep in the space Floating away like a leaf in the lake I’m gone like delete and erase Talk that shit, I walk that shit Pills, weed, all that shit, if a bitch is bad I’ma call that bitch Get p-ssy, ass, all that shit Hm, what they talking about I go hard they soft as a couch I’m running them in and walking them out Cars so cold I park in the house Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant Flow so tight, it’s yeast infected Kill ‘em all when they least expect it Money talk, Lisa Leslie, YMCMB connection Rappers is what I eat for breakfast Running up in my sheets is sexy If she aint f-cking she can exit
Gun tucked in the waist I buss in ya face I aint got nothing to say but up up and away
Up up and away, up up and away Man I’m so high, I come down in a couple of days Up up and away, up up and away Man I’m so high, I come down in a couple of days
Weezy, where ya going? Up You’re going a little bit too far (haha)
Aint this a bitch, I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch You’re lucky I don’t kill yo ass But you can still get pistol whipped Sharper than a pencil tip Bitch don’t even twitch ya lip 40 cal with the extended clip Aint gon be no incident Skinny jeans, red vans Skully on, money long Her mouth is in my house so I guess you can say I’m coming home You’re wylin out, then were riding out, now your hiding out, honeycombe I’m laughing to the bank like I just broke my f-cking funny bone Whats really good im over here smokin that really good five Eyes so low I look blind But the stove on my waist cook fine I be with niggas that took lives And niggas that’ll take it outside A nigga that’ll take it to your crib Take the baby out the crib and rape the housewives I’m gon get so wasted they gon have to carry me out this bitch I took over this rap shit, these rappers are just hostages Lets cut to the chase My bitch no habla ingles But I aint got nothing to say But up up and away
Up up and away, up up and away Man I’m so high, I come down in a couple of days Up up and away, up up and away Man I’m so high, I come down in a couple of days
Weezy, where ya going? You’re going a little bit too far
Up up and away, up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Up up and away, up up and away
F-ck with a nigga, if you f-ck with a nigga F-ck with me, good luck to the nigga Straps on deck so f-ck that nigga Leave you looking like lightening struck that nigga Stacks on deck, I’m rich as shit I’m calling my bitch the shit Walking ’round on my f-cking shit I done did everything on my bucket list F-ck that shit, I’m superbad I don’t give a hoover damn My I son all these niggas, they should have a stupid tan Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne Sit yo 5 dollar ass down, ‘fore I make change I’m pumping ya brakes I’m jumping the gates And I aint got nothing to say but up up and away
Weezy, where ya going? You’re going a little bit too far
Up up and away, up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Up up and away, up up and away