Up, getting to it, getting to it, getting too lit Stuck, getting too lit getting too lit feeling zooted Stuck, but it ain’t enough, roll another up And we can fly!!! (x2) What you want this for your motherf**ing snapchat Just hold down the flash You say hold my phone might not give it back We don't need no photos Nolan handles that How you got here Who you came with Ain't no plus ones Who your mans is Talking out his neck What's your language They say money talks He ain't saying sh** I ain't even want to show up Bad I had to go and glow up Kick game never froyo Shoes dirty I been running from my old hoes Hit the function for promo No limits I'm a soldier Marijuana been the odor So you ain't gotta ask me ya we Up getting to it, getting to it, getting too lit Stuck, getting too lit, getting too lit, feeling zooted Stuck, but it ain’t enough, roll another up And we can fly!!! What you thought my raps was all backpack Why I even ask Country got me fiending whisky out the flask Seems like yesterday my president was black Nowadays just my thoughts is Sticking to my roots like bald heads So tell them girls sipping go 'head Thick ums tryna catch a baller Odell I secure the bag no Jansport They just claim to ball while I own courts Give 'em food for thought this be full course They just sloppy seconds no pulled pork Pop a cork with the whole gang Watch me complain over champagne Phone to match the mood I'm on airplane Time to jet out once again, you know we Up, getting to it, getting to it, getting to it Stuck, getting too lit getting too lit feeling zooted Stuck, but it ain’t enough, roll another up And we can fly!!! (x2)