Up - Intellectual

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Up, up, up, up

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

Let the mink drag on the floor

She snorting the 70s dope

Up in the ghost she said she need it the most

Quit tripping we having a toast

Step in and out the plane

She act like she Marilyn Monroe

All on the boat showing her boobies the most

Lets toss her and see if she float

We pulled over the car at the liquor store

And if these bitches ain't fresh as me, then what we in here for?

Simply, That nigga wild, Let that nigga go

Easily, just roll up the dope and watch me turn it to smoke and go

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Up, up, up, up

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Twenty to thirty trill hippies they circle around me

With skin leggings they rocking Marants, but they smoking for free

It's funny ain't it, bitches is destined to be

Living the dream, while you out chasing these hoes

She probably taste-testing my seeds

[Bridge: Travis Scott]

Ooooh, that's why we never sleep

It's primetime

When I'm on the phone I'm talking O's

So It's buy time

When I'm on the road turn the lights on

Cus' It's my shine

So all these strobe lights and bulb lights got me

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Up, up, up, up

[Interlude: Casey Veggies]

Yeah, young Veggies

PNCITL, XX

YNM; young nigga movement

You already know what it is man

We run the world you all ready know

All the young niggas run the world man

Lace your boots up

Kill em niggas with the swag

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]

I got this new obsession with stupid flexin' and best dressin'

This Travis Scott and young Veggies that's Peas and Carrots and XX

Niggas think they spit how I spit

Get what I get

Fuck who I smash

I pulled up in the Jag'

Roaches to hoes and they up in the back

I'm up in the back switchin' them lanes

And they thought I would crash

Gettin' some fang give a fuck bout' a name

Iced out carats and I'm going insane

You upset, cause my squad up next

I had enough that, I'm smashing with them back shots

She had a couple thoughts

Told her I ain't trusting that

What these niggas barking bout

Tell me what you tryna say

Boy I make more then your father

I'm sorta an author but more like your daddy

Ask 'bout the boy

Came from the city, we poppin' in Cali

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Up, up, up, up

Up, up, up ,up

Up, up, up, up