Let’s Go Up

[Intro: Yung Bans]

Hey

[Chorus: Yung Bans]

Let's go up, let's go up

Let's go up, let's go up

What's in my cup? (Huh, yeah, hey) Mud

Hittin' racks by the ton, dog

We booted up, she like it raw

I pull up, bust all on her face, she lick it up

Feel like the hottest young nigga in the slums

I'm on these drugs, like, day and night, can't get enough (Woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]

Ay, I got the Glock on the side of me

Young nigga try me he get a apostrophe

I'm doing your hoe, I know you getting tired of me

Ha, I just took your hoe, boy you should be proud of me

I just hit a nigga bitch in some Gucci flip flops

I know she don't really love me, like my chains and my roll

Why you doing all that talking, stop that talking, make me soft

I just like the way you walk, ass fat, pussy soft

Can't cuff these hoes, I pass and toss

Sipping syrup like some rock

[Chorus: Yung Bans & Slim Santana]

Let's go up, let's go up (Let's go up)

Let's go up, let's go up (Let's go up)

What's in my cup? (Huh, yeah, hey) Mud

Hittin' racks by the ton, dog

We booted up, she like it raw

I pull up, bust all on her face, she lick it up

Feel like the hottest young nigga in the slums

I'm on these drugs, like, day and night, can't get enough

[Verse 2: Slim Santana]

Get millions racks, I'm on the drugs

Yeah fuck the plug, ain't showing no love

Breaking news, we break the rules

Don't cross the gang, them pistols bang

I ain't playing shit, ain't spending shit

My young niggas pulling up, spraying shit

He got a standard clips, extend it, magic, know he gon' AR shit

Crossed a nigga out, no AR shit

She gon' eat the dick, can't trust that bitch, no, no

Yeah, can't trust that bitch, no, no

Yeah, yeah, can't trust that bitch, no, no (Let's go up)

'Cause I wanna go up with the bros (Let's go up)

Yeah, wipe a nigga nose (Let's go up)

You know that I was chose (Let's go up)

[Chorus: Yung Bans & YNW Melly]

Let's go up, let's go up

Let's go up, let's go up

What's in my cup? (Huh, yeah, hey) Mud

Hittin' racks by the ton, dog

We booted up, she like it raw

I pull up, bust all on her face, she lick it up (Up)

Feel like the hottest young nigga in the slums (In the slums)

I'm on these drugs, like, day and night, can't get enough (Can't get enough)

[Verse 3: YNW Melly]

Slime ball, how can you sweat it? (Can you sweat it?)

You the goat, I'm the goat, who better?

Hit the bitch with the all black Beretta (Beretta)

Where the fuck was she at when we writin' them letters?

These bitches, they say I'm aggressive

Fuck the bitch, man you know I ain't no extra

Nigga talking but don't want no pressure

Beat the .40, mhm, stretch it

[Chorus: Yung Bans]

Let's go up, let's go up

Let's go up, let's go up

What's in my cup? (Huh, yeah, hey) Mud

Hittin' racks by the ton, dog

We booted up, she like it raw

I pull up, bust all on her face, she lick it up

Feel like the hottest young nigga in the slums

I'm on these drugs, like, day and night, can't get enough