Roll1Burn1 - Goin Up

Got the beat From toretto
Tryta scan me that's a hell no
In the hood I got stripes no Adidas no shell toe
And I gotta stay strapped but my shoes ain't Velcro's

And I'm headed for the stars
Tryna stop me I can't go

Got the beat From toretto
Tryta scan me that's a hell no

In the hood I got stripes no Adidas no shell toe
And I gotta stay strapped but my shoes ain't Velcro's

And I'm headed for the stars
Tryna stop me I can't go

No adidas 3 stripes
Nike check I got that bag on me

Walk-in around and they mad at me
Blowing on weed living lavishly

Smokin on weed burning calories
Wax fuckin wit my allergies

Smell weed when you passing me
Get buck get clapped for free

Since brown since been a g
Got my piece if you wanna piece

Fuck round take the whole slice
Cold bars no Klondike

I'm not who you sound like
Sound check to get the sound right

Kill a nigga tryna style bite
Gon head cuz yo style wack

Gasoline when I'm on the track
Hell yea I'm Flamin up

Big wood or a double Dutch
Paper planes few grams or and up

Wish you could
But can fuck wit is

Tatted word
Drizzy gang
Swag nation that's the same thang gang gang gang gang gang

Written by:
Deontae Bevly

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