Going Up

[Intro: Trippie Redd]

1400

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Chopper 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 fuck with niggas, them niggas all for they self (They self)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Famous Dex]

They pride way too high, I might just give that boy a shell (Yeah)

But we don't give a fuck

You 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 motherfuckin' 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 turned 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)

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]

Ha, huh, I just pull up in a big body (Skrrt)

Baby girl off the molly

Prada my feet, don't wear no Versace (Yeah)

I catch me a opp, put holes in his body (Bow, bow)

Ten bitches geekin' up in the lobby

Diamonds on me, babe, you know I'm having (I'm having)

Hold on (Hold on), I'm like, "Where?"

Baby, give me head (Give me head)

If I catch a opp, I swear to God, boy, he be dead (Bow, bow)

And I'm with Trippie and you know he bang that red (Huh)

I can't hang with suckers 'cause they talking to the feds (Ha)

Huh (Ayy, Dexter), hold on, huh (Grraow)

Richard Mille cost a house

'Cago nigga, I come from the South

Remember when them days used to sleep on the couch

Huh, now my money like, "Blaow"

Huh, get to the money, the M&M's

Can't be in my section, them boys is not having it

I pulled up in a Bentley, no Benz (What?)

I wanna fuck on your friend (I wanna fuck on your frie—)

Dexter

[Bridge: Famous Dex & Trippie Redd]

I tell my baby like, "I– 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, fuck it

Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Rich The Kid]

Chopper 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 fuck with niggas, them niggas all for they self (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]

Prices going up (Up)

Bitches going up (Up)

How could I fall off when all my money going up? (Okay)

Birkin on my bitch, and for my wrist, a couple bucks

Pour lean in the red cup (Red)

I'm pouring the racks up (Racks up)

I can't leave without my baby (My baby)

Bitch, yeah, that's my chopper (My chopper)

You don't want no smoke 'cause they gon' pull up, red dot 'em (Grrrah)

They gon' roll 'em up (Up)

Drugs going up (Up)

Tesla for my bitches, all my hoes be going up (Going up)

I might pull up in a Lamb', like all my doors, we going up

Bought the bro some Eliantte, ain't nobody cold as us (Yeah, yeah)

Made another forty-milly, I gave lil' bro a cut (Yeah, yeah)

I might drop like thirty racks and hire your ho to pick 'em up (Yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Chopper 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 fuck with niggas, but niggas all for they self

[Outro: Trippie Redd]

Chopper 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 fuck with niggas, but niggas all for they self