Going Up Lyrics – OTM Luke
Singer: OTM Luke
Title: Going Up
OTM, we goin’ up
Goin’ right to the moon
To the moon, to the moon
OTM, we goin’ up
Goin’ right to the moon
To the moon, to the moon
Ho wan’ play with me
She know I’ma killa
She know I’ma shoot ya’
She ain’t give no f#cks, nah
She know that I’m cold hearted
She know she wan’ have my daughter
She always likes to call me dada (That’s my baby)
You know we don’t give no f#ck
‘Bout your life, ’bout your soul (‘Bout your soul)
Play wit’ us, we make it go
Boom, boom, boom
Yeah, play wit’ us, we make that Choppa
Sing, sing, sing (Sing, sing)
Yeah, shootin’ all these b#tches
Don’t miss, Yao Ming
Yeah, play wit’ me, get yo’ body
Ding, ding, ding
Yeah, when we shoot you, we gon’ hit yo’
Spleen, spleen, spleen (Blat, blat, blat)
Have it done, cook it right
f#ck yo’ b#tch, she cutie pie
Told that b#tch “you bet’ not lie”
I wanna start somethin’ off wit’ you my lil’ ho (Ho)
You can’t have no bestfriend, naw, you can’t call them “bro” (Bro)
I told VJ drop it, yeah, he say, “what, the fours?” (Four, four, four)
I say, “yeah, the fours”, yeah (Four)
Drop the fours (Four)
These hoes want me dead, yeah
I’m like “why?”
I’m up now like a fly
They want me crucified
They wanna take my life in the worst f#cking way
There’s some sh#t I can’t say
BBB, they be gay
I be winnin’ everyday
There’s some sh#t I can’t say, yeah
But I be winnin’ everyday now
Pockets, they be drainin’ out
My b#tch, she be rockin’ out
Hit the bank and I cash out
When I cash out, b#tch
You know I’ma pop out
You know I’ma rockstar
Star like OTM
Soon, we gon’ have them M’s
Make her get down and commend
She know I’m her father, yeah
I’ma forgive all her sins
b#tch, she gon’ obey me
That’s why she is bae to me
So many dudes are fake to me
They should really pray to me
Pray to me b#tch, yeah, I’m yo’ f#ckin’ God
You know the time I’m on
Got yo’ dead bro in a bong
Ho wan’ play with me
She know I’ma killa
She know I’ma shoot ya’
She ain’t give no f#cks, nah
She know that I’m cold hearted
She know she wan’ have my daughter
She always likes to call me dada (That’s my baby)
You know we don’t give no f#ck
‘Bout your life, ’bout your soul (‘Bout your soul)
Play wit’ us, we make it go
Boom, boom, boom
Yeah, play wit’ us, we make that Choppa
Sing, sing, sing (Sing, sing)
Yeah, shootin’ all these b#tches
Don’t miss, Yao Ming
Yeah, play wit’ me, get yo’ body
Ding, ding, ding
Yeah, when we shoot you, we gon’ hit yo’
Spleen, spleen, spleen (Blat, blat, blat)
Have it done, cook it right
f#ck yo’ b#tch, she cutie pie
Told that b#tch “you bet’ not lie”
I wanna start somethin’ off wit’ you my lil’ ho (Ho)
You can’t have no bestfriend, naw, you can’t call them “bro” (Bro)
I told VJ drop it, yeah, he say, “what, the fours?” (Four, four, four)
I say, “yeah, the fours”, yeah (Four)
Drop the fours (Four)
These hoes want me dead, yeah
I’m like “why?”
I’m up now like a fly
They want me crucified
They wanna take my life in the worst f#cking way
There’s some sh#t I can’t say
BBB, they be gay
Yeahhh
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