Going Up - Intellectual

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

Bobby go savage, all my shit classic

I don't fuck around, nigga, I'ma wreak havoc

Stoned like a tablet, stoned like [?]

Stay with that leaf, eyes closed like captions

Got a street team cause this ain't just rappin'

I got bad habits, I'm always with a bad bitch

One Janet Jackson, one Toni Braxton

Goin' both ways like four way traffic

Pockets on beast mode, bands goin' ape shit

You sleepin' on who? I set fire to your mattress

Always tryna figure a nigga out like fractions

I just wear the box out like fashion

Put the pussy in a grave or a casket

Write my name on the cake in italics

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain

I hope you got your seatbelts fastened, I'm goin' up

[Pre-Chorus: B.o.B]

Up, I'm goin' up

[Chorus: London Jae]

Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up)

Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up)

Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up)

5-4-3-2-1, I'm goin' up

Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up)

Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up)

Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up)

5-4-3-2-1, I'm goin' up

[Verse 2: Lin-Z]

Y'all in the way, nigga fall back

You small time, where your boss at?

Big money, we talk that

Broke nigga call, I don't call back

Maybe I let the [?] strip a little

Kiss the ring, kiss the middle

I'm in this bitch, don't need the kibble

[?] don't need to dribble

Goin' up like elevators

New printer, that's hella paper

Bad bitches got hella flavors

I get served, I don't need a waitor

No Genre and we celebratin'

Keep winnin' so they hella hatin'

They watchin' from the window

Shut it down like renovation

Lin-Z, baby, drive you crazy

Switchin' lanes, new Mercedes

Hella sauce, that's hella gravy

Cut the check before it hits the table

What you know about it?

Celine bag, yes your ho 'bout it

Top on, it's so private

With no pilot, I'm goin' up

[Pre-Chorus: B.o.B]

Up, I'm goin' up

[Verse 3: Jaque Beatz]

Ah this that nasty flow

Neighbors at your door with the casserole

All about the cream, ice and the Cogn'

Jungle fever, she tryna get the anacon' - boom

Bass like a trampoline

Her man at home and she ain't tryna dance alone

She love me too and I'ma get my trample on it

It's Chinese food and I'ma get my sample on, ho

Push that button

It's all in your head, that's concussion

Better get up on your shit or fuck around and flush it

Jackie Chan with a [?], I ain't tryna rush it

So keep it movin'

Cause ain't nobody here believe in losin'

And we ain't givin' up, the chances too slim

Ho we don't give a fuck so keep your two cents

[?] could use that shit

Let me get a verse and I abuse that bitch

This shit'll never stop me, I defuse that quick

Give a shit about your story, I conclude that bitch

Magnum P.I., come prove that shit

But my Magnum P.I. wanna lube that clit

Just sayin', niggas say they got the picture

When they know it's just crayon

Go to church, do communion with the pope

While prayin', I'm goin' up

[Chorus: London Jae]

Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up)

Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up)

Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up)

5-4-3-2-1, I'm goin' up

Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up)

Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up)

Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up)

5-4-3-2-1, I'm goin' up

[Verse 4: Jake Lambo]

If your cards ain't right, I don't deal with you

I know the deal, shawty, she just want my dill pickle

It's real simple, they send shots, I send missiles

Still iller, they still sweet, they're still Skittles

I write riddles, you pay attention, you might get 'em

Ain't nobody that's really fuckin' with my niggas

No Genre the label so I'ma ride with 'em

Yeah these tats are permanent, I'ma die with 'em

Goin' nuts like almonds

Tell 'em if they with it you can get it if you want it

Chillin' with your bitch, she let me hit it in the mornin'

I don't really see 'em, someone show me my opponents

You know I'm the shit like I'm just bein' honest

You ain't runnin' shit like why you keep on stumblin'?

Can't you see I'm hungry? My stomach is rumblin'

Tell me what you're doin', nigga you ain't doin' nothin', goin' up

[Chorus: London Jae]

Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up)

Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up)

Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up)

5-4-3-2-1, I'm goin' up

Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up)

Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up)

Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up)

5-4-3-2-1, I'm goin' up

[Verse 5: London Jae]

Money on my mind, I don't know what y'all thinkin' 'bout

I'm chasin' down the bankroll, ho I'm goin' up

Two hundred for a line, couple racks for a pint

You ain't drinkin' like me, lil' nigga I'm pourin' up

I'm ready for whatever, chain on heavy metal

Got them diamonds in my watch and they change up like the weather

I'm speedin' to the top, you strugglin' down the pedal

I'm doggin' them hoes out, you strugglin' there to get 'em

Paid a mil' for the crib, way up in the hills

Damn I feel famous, they wavin' at the kid

Got money on me, homie, like Baby in this bitch

Got the chopper with the drum like Eddie in this bitch

Me and my team ball, nigga you still shavin'

I'm clean every day, lil' nigga you still bathin'

You waitin' on a handout, boy I stand out

Ask Bobby, I'm the man now, I'm goin' up