Way Up by Allah Lyrics
(Intro: Allah)
Windows on the whip are so tinted
Bitches i don’t even know in it
Go against the sheep its no winnin
If my niggas go i go wit em
Yay yay yay
Stuntin on you niggas going way man
Flashin on you niggas going way man
Spazzin on you niggas going way man
Whipping going way way way way
(Verse 1: Allah)
I like bitches
You like bitches
She like bitches
He like bitches
Fuck it we like bitches
Imma fuck her ill record it if she looking fine
If its long enough a nigga might put it on vine
I was walking into niggas sniffing up a line
They told me that its ok they do this all the time
I ain't giving names i gotta keep it on the low mane
Rollin with some asian bitches now I’m on the low mien
Oh god
Murder shit
Now a nigga back up on his murder shit
Blvcksheep nigga know you heard the shit
What you fuckin rappin i ain't heard the shit
Im the type of nigga to convince some bad bitches they look good together just so i can watch em fuck each other
You the type of nigga to convince some bad bitches that it isn’t normal when they start to fuck and touch each other oh!
(Interlude: Allah)
I’m going way up aye
I’m going way up aye
I’m going way up aye
I’m going way up aye
(Verse 2: Allah)
Real nigga check my MO I’m out da MI Am I makin an MI at 21
Young nigga check the res sups fly I’m the guy you gotta call you want it done
I got his money, her money, yo money
Feds at the door i say i don’t know money
Geno owe me some but the trap moving slow money
Lil niggas flashin they lil to no money
I invest do it best you blow money
We ain't sayin much keep that on the low money
Not enough bags we prolly need 4 money
Niggas wack showin off so and so money
Laawwd
This ain't a scenario for scary hoes
A lot of burdens nigga man i carry those
Niggas got me out my fucking element
Got me whipping up the elements
Lemme just address the elephants
You are not the realest imma be a realist
You are not an artist you are not the hardest
You just a fuckin gimmick you a fuckin mimic
You was fixing yo daughter barrettes
I was shining my daddy barretta
Nigga its whatever new coogi sweater
They shoot at whoever
We tired of playin
Realest nigga you should put me in the book of Guinness
Don’t you ask for anything if it is not forgiveness
Point her to the whip and tell her that we fuckin in this
I know my niggas my squad in here we fuckin in this oh my god!
(Outro: Allah)
Way, way
Yeah, Way man
Im going way man
Going way
Yeah
Im going way
Yeah
Windows on the whip are so tinted
Bitches i don’t even know in it
Go against the sheep its no winnin
If my niggas go i go wit em
Yay yay yay
Stuntin on you niggas going way man
Flashin on you niggas going way man
Spazzin on you niggas going way man
Whipping going way way way way
(Verse 1: Allah)
I like bitches
You like bitches
She like bitches
He like bitches
Fuck it we like bitches
Imma fuck her ill record it if she looking fine
If its long enough a nigga might put it on vine
I was walking into niggas sniffing up a line
They told me that its ok they do this all the time
I ain't giving names i gotta keep it on the low mane
Rollin with some asian bitches now I’m on the low mien
Oh god
Murder shit
Now a nigga back up on his murder shit
Blvcksheep nigga know you heard the shit
What you fuckin rappin i ain't heard the shit
Im the type of nigga to convince some bad bitches they look good together just so i can watch em fuck each other
You the type of nigga to convince some bad bitches that it isn’t normal when they start to fuck and touch each other oh!
(Interlude: Allah)
I’m going way up aye
I’m going way up aye
I’m going way up aye
I’m going way up aye
(Verse 2: Allah)
Real nigga check my MO I’m out da MI Am I makin an MI at 21
Young nigga check the res sups fly I’m the guy you gotta call you want it done
I got his money, her money, yo money
Feds at the door i say i don’t know money
Geno owe me some but the trap moving slow money
Lil niggas flashin they lil to no money
I invest do it best you blow money
We ain't sayin much keep that on the low money
Not enough bags we prolly need 4 money
Niggas wack showin off so and so money
Laawwd
This ain't a scenario for scary hoes
A lot of burdens nigga man i carry those
Niggas got me out my fucking element
Got me whipping up the elements
Lemme just address the elephants
You are not the realest imma be a realist
You are not an artist you are not the hardest
You just a fuckin gimmick you a fuckin mimic
You was fixing yo daughter barrettes
I was shining my daddy barretta
Nigga its whatever new coogi sweater
They shoot at whoever
We tired of playin
Realest nigga you should put me in the book of Guinness
Don’t you ask for anything if it is not forgiveness
Point her to the whip and tell her that we fuckin in this
I know my niggas my squad in here we fuckin in this oh my god!
(Outro: Allah)
Way, way
Yeah, Way man
Im going way man
Going way
Yeah
Im going way
Yeah