Pull up... show out... issa... blowout
She gon... show out... never... slowdown
Back in the days we show out, back in the days we show out
Hands up... bands up... shit gon... go down
Speed up... feet up... cruising... eat up
Iced my wrist it's freezing ... bagging your bitch she pleasing
Moving the way that I walk it... talking the way that I that talk it
Go up... blow up... go up... blow up
Flow like I'm moving the ocean, I'm riding my wave and I'm floating
Spitting my venom it's potent, you couldn't handle the smoke n you choking
(I wanna fly, getting so high) niggas will think that we joking
(I wanna fly, up in the sky) getting so hot that we molten
Molten we hot like the lava, I gotta get up man I gotta
I'm writing this shit I'm the author, I'm balling like I need an offer
My hair long asf like a Rasta, I'm cheffing it up where's the pasta
I'm getting my price and my cost up, I'm upping the price like La Costa
I'm on a run, i'm on a run upping the score like I play for the suns
Taking my stance and your chances are took
Youngings been up, now they saying I'm book
Doing my dance, used to hate now they shook
Making these jams, lead em off with a hook
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up... show out... issa... blowout
She gon... show out... never... slowdown
Back in the days we show out, back in the days we show out
Hands up... bands up... shit gon... go down
Speed up... feet up... cruising... eat up
Iced my wrist it's freezin... bagging your bitch she pleasing
Moving the way that I walk it... talking the way that I that talk it
Go up... blow up... go up... blow up
Switching and swerving, weaving and threading my words and they burning
Finish the lay and they saying I'm Irving. I'm built different you know that I'm working
Up to top at the head of the chain, keeping it lowkey I stay in my lane
Get it from deep I'm expanding my range, and you know that I made it so give me my Change
Gotta... get up... doubling down get your bread up
Never... set up... got that shit on my own you could never
To the ship making runs like Atlanta, bouta dunk on a bitch like Capela
Get up, get up, get up, get up
I'm on a run, I'm on a run, upping the score like I play for the suns
Taking my stance and your chances are took
Youngings been up, now they saying I'm book
Doing my dance, used to hate now they shook
Making these jams, lead em off with a hook
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up... show out... issa... blowout
She gon... show out... never... slowdown
Back in the days we show out, back in the days we show out
Hands up... bands up... shit gon... go down
Speed up... feet up... cruising... eat up
Iced my wrist it's freezing... bagging your bitch she pleasing
Moving the way that I walk it... talking the way that I that talk it
Go up... blow up... go up... blow up