Goin Up - Yung Mal

Ain’t to many I can trust I let these rubber bands bust

I got money Ion’t even touch the shit collecting dust

A hater gon' say this ain’t it, but y’all ready know whats up with us

I got a rob with all these guns they might just try to stick me up

Lil hoe trying to give me bonds cause my songs going up

If I ever touch this bitch you know she must of asked some love

Lil bruh he on the team, but the set you know he throw it up

My boy just called me from the pen he said we finally going up

Wrap the shoot I’m on stage with that pocket rocket tool

So many Milwaukee Bucks

Told a fan is all love, but just watch how you walk you know

Cause I’ve been shot and crossed you not quick to buss

Think this shit be sweet you crossed the line you know theirs repercussion

Come from the mud

Now my condos view the whole city

Don’t need no washing dryer fuck it add another stove

(?) count to the end who want fire beef a little

They know we keep it silent and they know we handle whole business

I woke up this morning with a hundred missed calls

We came in cleared their was a hundred racks top

Left out the bank big old bags hurt my back bone

Ain’t to many I can trust sometimes I feel like i’m alone

Ain’t to many I can trust I let these rubber bands bust

I got money Ion’t even touch the shit collecting dust

A hater gon' say this ain’t it, but y’all ready know whats up with us

I got a rob with all these guns they might just try to stick me up

Lil hoe trying to give me bonds cause my songs going up

If I ever touch this bitch you know she must of asked some love

Lil bruh he on the team, but the set you know he throw it up

My boy just called me from the pen he said we finally going up

All this money coming in, but I got money pilling up

You know this money sorry

Pour up lean and baby ball

Got Saint Laurent all over my collar

Let em count that guala

No I didn’t go to College

They want verse send a deposit

With a (?) I’m dropping body’s

Too many racks I can’t even count that shit my give me Alzheimer’s

They might just try to cross me, but that shit like crossing bow wow

I’n my hood that shit get (?) it’s hot that shit done set on fire

I pull up in a cat burning tires

My prices going higher

Ain’t to many I can trust I let these rubber bands bust

I got money Ion’t even touch the shit collecting dust

A hater gon' say this ain’t it, but y’all ready know whats up with us

I got a rob with all these guns they might just try to stick me up

Lil hoe trying to give me bonds cause my songs going up

If I ever touch this bitch you know she must of asked some love

Lil bruh he on the team, but the set you know he throw it up

My boy just called me from the pen he said we finally going up