Way Up 2 ft. OSFDRAE Lyrics

Yo they cannot handle us

All they gon do is doubt

They cannot handle us all they gone do is doubt

I think I'm better without you now Yea Yea

Get up my digits I'm chasing the bag

Counting the money

I'm drowning in stacks

I'm on my way up, I'm on my way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

We chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

We chasing the bag

We on our way up,

We on our way up

I gotta wake up, you cannot wager

Cannot be dozing off

Pass you the blunt

You be wheezing and coughing

Speak dirt on my name

Put you in a coffin

You heard of my name

I don't hear that often

I'm sippin that lean

I'm sippin that potion

You ride in my car

Get sick from the motion

I am motivated

I'm full devotion

Ball hard like derozan

I don't hang with no roaches

Wasn't picked I was chosen

Ball hard like derozan

I'm full of devotion

I am motivated

Don't get sick from the motion

You ride in my car

I'm sippin that potion

They cannot handle us

All they gon do is doubt

I think I'm better without you now Yea yea

Get up my digits I'm chasing the bag

Counting the money

I'm drowning in racks yea

I'm on my way up, I'm on my way

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brother

We chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

Wewe chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up yea

No we ain't speaking no GD

Get hit with da Mac

We ain't speaking no GD

Get hit with da Mac

We mask up for the lick

We gon dress in all black

And what ever he throw all that shit

In the bag

We speed down left nd right

So I pray I don't lack

Y'all think I work on computers

I'm speaking them fax

Number 3 4 5 6 hit yo straight in

Your plaque

If you banging what the fuck is yo flag

What the fuck is a K.O

They pussy they cat

And these bullets fly

Straight outta hell Like a bat

Three Letter my whip

We gon smoke out the Sak

All that internet diss

We don't get into that and

I'm smoking VK so it gotta be fat

You sold out your team for the cheese

You rat trynna fuck for the motion

That lil bitch a brat Smoke a OPP

He a ghost

I gotta make up for all the time

That I lost

Ain't on my level no

I am the boss yea

Back in the day used to run this town

When we was just friends

Bitch don't pretend

That you ain't in my dms yeah

My name is Balieve

You do not Believe

Yeah I am the goat

Says so on my sleeve

Just give me some space

Yeah I need to breathe

I cannot love you nah

I am a fiend catch you up to speed

I'm off the lean I'm offa bean

Hit you with da beam

Speak dirt on my name just know you gone bleed

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brother

We chasing the bag

We on our way up

We on our way up

Me and my brothers

We counting the racks

Me and my brothers

We we chasing the bag

We on our way up,

We on our way up yea