Yeah Bro

Got an RPG

(Bitch, I'm loaded, I don't give a fuck)

Got a C4, too, ahaha

Got an RPG, got a rocket launcher, a bazooka (Rising Up)

(I don't need no playing, bitch, I'm on my game)

Bitch, I own a rocket

Imma shoot you with my rocket

Yes, I place it in my pocket

Niggas need to close they eye lids

They just prayed for there fucking lives with those sins

With the justice Imma shoot em like a mime in this bitch

Like a mime in this bitch I can’t talk I move

Like a crime in this bitch justice will prove

Imma slither like a snake cause I know my tail is bait

When I rattle then you ate

Imma eat you like a steak

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

Too- too woke always scanning with my eyes (Ahh)

Origami never folding, don’t got time (Ahh)

Choppa flashing like a Snapchat photo (Ahh)

Niggas acting like they never had a bro though (Ahh)

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

Too much drip I slip

Too much drip I slip (Aye)

Need a mop, need a mop for this shit (Aye)

Imma mop it down, that’s my drip though

It just disappeared cause it’s lit bro

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

We go up

(Going up!)

(Going up!)

(Rising Up Beats!)