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Rich the Kid - Going Up Lyrics



Rich the Kid - Going Up Lyrics
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[ Featuring Famous Dex, Trippie Redd ]

1400
Yeah, yeah

Choppa make 'em melt (melt), put 'em on a shelf (bah)
These the cards he dealt (haha), rage is what he felt (felt)
Niggas lil' niggas (niggas), I'ma get the belt (belt)
I tried to f*ck with niggas but niggas all for they self (they self)

They pride way too high, I might just give that boy a shell (yeah)
But we don't give a f*ck, think shit sweet, then press your luck
We keep that chop', won't knuckle up unless you're family, friends, or blood
You know this shit be goin' up (up), we got fifty, goin' up (up)
I got bitches goin' up (uppy), so I'm in the whip doin' doughnuts (uppy)
These niggas know I'm with the shits, man, you know I'm poppin' shit (bah)
Man, you know I'm on my big dog, big poppa shit (yeah)
If you want war with us, then we pull up sockin' shit (bah, bah)
Yeah, hit 'em, huh, yeah, I had to bop the bitch (bah)
Pull up rockin' shit like a mothaf*ckin' band
I got my feet up in the sand, I'm at the beach with a bitch
She Sandy Cheeks, I'm Dirty Dan
I'm smokin' out the P, remember I couldn't even buy a gram
Speakin' of the beach, I keep that heat, lil' bitch, don't catch a tan (yeah)
Catch 'em in the street and let it fly, that boy turn Peter Pan
Saw my opp at Walmart, I swear for God he was a fan
And I been the biggest bird, bitch, I'm falcon when I land (oh man, goddamn)

Ha, huh, I just pull up in a big body (skrrt)
Baby girl off the Molly, Prada my feet, don't want no massage
I catch me a opp, put holes in his body (baow, baow)
Ten bitches geekin' up in the lobby
Diamonds on me, babe, you know I'ma have it
Hold on, I'm like where?
Baby, give me head (give me head)
If I catch a opp, I swear that that boy, he be dead (baow, baow)
And I'm with Trippie and you know he bang that red
I can't hang with suckers 'cause they talkin' to the feds (hah, Dexter)
Huh, hold on, huh
Richard Mille cost a house
'Cago nigga, I come from the South
Remember when them days used to sleep on the couch
That more money like, "Blaow"
Get to the money, the M&Ms
Can't be in my section, them boys is not havin' it
I pulled up in a Bentley, no Benz (what?)
I wanna f*ck on your friend (I wanna f*ck on your frie-)
Dexter

I told my baby, like, "I really like you and I'm talk-
Like, I really do like you, um
What's seven plus seven? Fourteen, right?"
Trippie talk to 'em
F*ck it (yeah)

Choppa make 'em melt (melt), put 'em on a shelf (bah)
These the cards he dealt (haha), rage is what he felt (felt)
Niggas lil' niggas (niggas), I'ma get the belt (belt)
I tried to f*ck with niggas but niggas all for they self (yeah)

Prices goin' up (up), bitches goin' up (up)
How can I fall off when all my money goin' up? (Okay)
Birkin for my bitch and for my wrist a couple bucks
Pour lean in the red cup (red), I'm pourin' the racks up (racks up)
I can't leave without my baby (my baby), bitch, yeah, that's my choppa (my choppa)
They don't want no smoke 'cause they gon' pull up, red dot 'em (grrah)
They gon' roll 'em up (up), drugs goin' up (up)
Tesla for my bitches, all my hoes be goin' up (goin' up)
I might pull up in a Lamb', like all my doors be goin' up
Bought the bro some Eliantte, ain't nobody cold as us (yeah)
Made another 40 milly (yeah), I gave lil' bro a cut (yeah)
I might drop like thirty racks and have your ho to pick 'em up (yeah, yeah)

Choppa make 'em melt, put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt, rage is what he felt
Niggas lil' niggas, I'ma get the belt
I tried to f*ck with niggas but niggas all for they self

Choppa make 'em melt, put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt, rage is what he felt
Niggas lil' niggas, I'ma get the belt
I tried to f*ck with niggas but niggas all for they self
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1400
Yeah, yeah

Choppa make 'em melt (melt), put 'em on a shelf (bah)
These the cards he dealt (haha), rage is what he felt (felt)
Niggas lil' niggas (niggas), I'ma get the belt (belt)
I tried to f*ck with niggas but niggas all for they self (they self)

They pride way too high, I might just give that boy a shell (yeah)
But we don't give a f*ck, think shit sweet, then press your luck
We keep that chop', won't knuckle up unless you're family, friends, or blood
You know this shit be goin' up (up), we got fifty, goin' up (up)
I got bitches goin' up (uppy), so I'm in the whip doin' doughnuts (uppy)
These niggas know I'm with the shits, man, you know I'm poppin' shit (bah)
Man, you know I'm on my big dog, big poppa shit (yeah)
If you want war with us, then we pull up sockin' shit (bah, bah)
Yeah, hit 'em, huh, yeah, I had to bop the bitch (bah)
Pull up rockin' shit like a mothaf*ckin' band
I got my feet up in the sand, I'm at the beach with a bitch
She Sandy Cheeks, I'm Dirty Dan
I'm smokin' out the P, remember I couldn't even buy a gram
Speakin' of the beach, I keep that heat, lil' bitch, don't catch a tan (yeah)
Catch 'em in the street and let it fly, that boy turn Peter Pan
Saw my opp at Walmart, I swear for God he was a fan
And I been the biggest bird, bitch, I'm falcon when I land (oh man, goddamn)

Ha, huh, I just pull up in a big body (skrrt)
Baby girl off the Molly, Prada my feet, don't want no massage
I catch me a opp, put holes in his body (baow, baow)
Ten bitches geekin' up in the lobby
Diamonds on me, babe, you know I'ma have it
Hold on, I'm like where?
Baby, give me head (give me head)
If I catch a opp, I swear that that boy, he be dead (baow, baow)
And I'm with Trippie and you know he bang that red
I can't hang with suckers 'cause they talkin' to the feds (hah, Dexter)
Huh, hold on, huh
Richard Mille cost a house
'Cago nigga, I come from the South
Remember when them days used to sleep on the couch
That more money like, "Blaow"
Get to the money, the M&Ms
Can't be in my section, them boys is not havin' it
I pulled up in a Bentley, no Benz (what?)
I wanna f*ck on your friend (I wanna f*ck on your frie-)
Dexter

I told my baby, like, "I really like you and I'm talk-
Like, I really do like you, um
What's seven plus seven? Fourteen, right?"
Trippie talk to 'em
F*ck it (yeah)

Choppa make 'em melt (melt), put 'em on a shelf (bah)
These the cards he dealt (haha), rage is what he felt (felt)
Niggas lil' niggas (niggas), I'ma get the belt (belt)
I tried to f*ck with niggas but niggas all for they self (yeah)

Prices goin' up (up), bitches goin' up (up)
How can I fall off when all my money goin' up? (Okay)
Birkin for my bitch and for my wrist a couple bucks
Pour lean in the red cup (red), I'm pourin' the racks up (racks up)
I can't leave without my baby (my baby), bitch, yeah, that's my choppa (my choppa)
They don't want no smoke 'cause they gon' pull up, red dot 'em (grrah)
They gon' roll 'em up (up), drugs goin' up (up)
Tesla for my bitches, all my hoes be goin' up (goin' up)
I might pull up in a Lamb', like all my doors be goin' up
Bought the bro some Eliantte, ain't nobody cold as us (yeah)
Made another 40 milly (yeah), I gave lil' bro a cut (yeah)
I might drop like thirty racks and have your ho to pick 'em up (yeah, yeah)

Choppa make 'em melt, put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt, rage is what he felt
Niggas lil' niggas, I'ma get the belt
I tried to f*ck with niggas but niggas all for they self

Choppa make 'em melt, put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt, rage is what he felt
Niggas lil' niggas, I'ma get the belt
I tried to f*ck with niggas but niggas all for they self
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Writer: Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr., Michael White IV, Dimitri Leslie Roger
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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