Goin Up Lyrics by Lil Tjay is latest English song with music also given by Chopsquad DJ. Goin Up song lyrics are written by Chopsquad DJ & Lil Tjay.
Goin Up Song Detail
| Song Name: | Goin Up |
| Singer: | Lil Tjay |
| Composer: | Chopsquad DJ |
| Lyrics by: | Chopsquad DJ, Lil Tjay |
Goin Up Lyrics
Goin up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (up!)
Bently truck, red guts, couple milliy up, could’ve been a goner (up!)
I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain’t no persona (up!)
Richard millie on my wrist, oh s–t, n—a, you say what you wanna
I was real from the start, still kinda hard, no love for informers
Been a real n—a, still a real n—a, they think I’m a performer
Focus on bettering my life (yeah), ain’t have no place on that corner (not)
They so, so mad (so, so mad), but I’ma keep goin’ up
Trap for a livin’ (trap), I was flippin’ that pack for a livin’ (pack, pack)
Who’d thought it be rap for a livin’? Back in the day I was packin’ a smith & (grrt bow)
Big on my mind, then pa$$ it the vision
Who put the block on the maddest potential? (me)
I ain’t even finna act what it isn’t
I’m sturdy, gotta move with tactical decisions
Broski really good at scorin’, shootin’ while it’s pourin’
He ain’t good at pa$$in’ position
Late night tryna catch an opp, hit him in his top
Play it cool, get back to the business (boom, boom, boom)
Young n—a livin’ the gang way
Every n—a here with me the same way (okay)
Just a youngin’, was playin’ that corner
Now I’m up and they all in my gangland
Where I come from, them trenches we “Ooh” s–t
I don’t care ’bout s–t, b—h, I’m ruthless (ruthless)
Pourin’ up, I ain’t sippin’ on henny
But I might just roll up the gelato to boost it (boost it)
Suckin’ d–k, b—h, I buy you a toothpick (yeah)
I can’t argue with you ’cause I prove s–t (yeah)
And that bag look like you on some fool s–t (f–k?)
I might just pull a sting, no acoustic (yeah)
And my mama told me I’m a nuisance (yeah, yeah)
It cost a couple thousand to go stupid (yeah)
Show us a hundred thousand or you’re stupid (show)
Straight from the bottom now that youngin too sick
Came from the cards, now the s–t sendin’ duces
I’m just a youngin n—a livin’ life (okay)
They tryna figure me out like a rubix (no)
I be a pushin’ n—a tryna fight (I said)
They start duckin’, duckin’ like they gooses (boom)
Goin up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (up!)
Bently truck, red guts, couple milliy up, could’ve been a goner (up!)
I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain’t no persona (up!)
Richard millie on my wrist, oh s–t, n—a, you say what you wanna (boom)
Goin’ up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (up!)
Bently truck, red guts, couple milliy up, could’ve been a goner (up!)
I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain’t no persona (up!)
Richard millie on my wrist, oh s–t, n—a, you say what you wanna