Khalil - Up Lyrics

Hop in the whip I got that foreign juiced up
Scorin like I'm Jordan got these niggas hooped up
Used to be down and broke but now I'm lookin up
Flyer than a plane nigga imma run it up

Hop in the whip I got that foreign juiced up
Scorin like I'm Jordan got these niggas hooped up
Used to be down and broke but now I'm lookin up
Flyer than a plane nigga imma run it up

Im boutta get on this rap spaceship
Just check the drip
The next kids lookin for our placement
Away from this 9-5 basic

Im cashin out
Big clout
Tings niggas dont know bout, (Yup)

Got a couple bad ones and they puttin out
Was worried moma was boutta kick me out
Smokin too much weed I was buggin out
Now I'm swervin in the whip im skrtin out

Thank God he kept me blessed
So now there ain't no time for rest

Imma spit my heart into the flow
You can the see germs I spit in my flow
Infectin these niggas who do not know
Im too dope

Used to drank up and pour up more till I couldn't no more
What the point of it doe
All it flexed me was your hoe

It didn't take away the stress of the context
These rappers actin like kids with they trix
Imma eat em up like I popped a molly for clicks

Ou, runnin up a cheque
Ya, nigga I'm the best,
Ou, hunnid on the neck
Ya, niggas cant attest

But Im still runnin up the game with no shame
Nigga the f*ck you thank, shawtee lookin at me for mane
Cuz I keep it straight and you just bullshittin on a fake lane

Hop in the whip I got that foreign juiced up
Scorin like I'm Jordan got these niggas hooped up
Used to be down and broke but now I'm lookin up
Flyer than a plane nigga imma run it up

Hop in the whip I got that foreign juiced up
Scorin like I'm Jordan got these niggas hooped up
Used to be down and broke but now I'm lookin up
Flyer than a plane nigga imma run it up

So every time I rhyme you finna hear my mind state shine
Collectin big dimes
Too many watches cant run out of time

Bitch you ain't flossin like this
Like the zip locked baggy in your pocket
Im the dopest artist, the prophet
And what I promise

Is nothin but trauma to game
Yah young Khalil be the name
But I don't hate, just stay in my lane
So stay out my way
Cuz for my dream imma use every moment wake to achieve great

Cant really play
This got me thinkin bout the days
In the black pick up truck blazin blunts
Juicy J blastin from the stero front we was goin nuts

Now bitches want my nut
Where was you in the cut
Poppin up now bitches be suss
You know I wont front

But niggas probably gone push me thats a mistake cuz I'm fully loaded
Owning an automatic draco when I'm droanin
You niggas
Direct hit to end it
You finished

Niggas cant fit into this mainfit of my lyrical arrangement
Just face it, you ain't the A-list, too basic
Now your bitch in the basement

Tryna smoke this orange, but she a baddy so I might just let her hop in this foreign

In this foreign
She said she want it
Two spliffs to the face now she fallen
Fa fa fa fa fa fa
Fallen

Ya ya
Hop in that whip my foreign juiced up
(Juiced up)
Plug, got the homies gassed up
(Gassed up)
Scorin on the niggas like Im Jordan
(Jordan)
Its all love she hit the blunt
(Blunt)
Now she gone off her face rock this weed f*ck a lace
(Lace)
Its all love she hit the blunt
(Blunt)
Me and homies stunt
(Stunt)