Going Up Rich The Kid, Famous Dex & Trippie Redd

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
1400
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Choppa make 'em melt (Melt), put 'em on a shelf (Bah)
These the cards he dealt (Haha), rage is what he felt (Felt)
Niggas lil' niggas (Niggas), I'ma get the belt (Belt)
I tried to fuck with niggas but niggas all for they self (They self)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Famous Dex]
They pride way too high, I might just give that boy a shell (Yeah)
But we don't give a fuck, think shit sweet, don't press your luck
We keep that chop', won't knuckle up unless you're family, friends, or blood
You know this shit be goin' up (Up), we got fifty, goin' up (Up)
I got bitches goin' up (Uppy), so I'm in the whip doin' doughnuts (Uppy)
These niggas know I'm with the shits, man, you know I'm poppin' shit (Bah)
Man, you know I'm on my big dog, big poppa shit (Yeah)
If you want war with us, then we pull up sockin' shit (Bah, bah)
Yeah, hit 'em, huh, yeah, I had to bop the bitch (Bah)
Pull up rockin' shit like a mothafuckin' band
I got my feet up in the sand, I'm at the beach with a bitch
She Sandy Cheeks, I'm Dirty Dan
I'm smokin' out the P, remember I couldn't even buy a gram
Speakin' of the beach, I keep that heat, lil' bitch, don’t catch a tan (Yeah)
Catch 'em in the street and let it fly, that boy turn Peter Pan
Saw my opp at Walmart, I swear to god he was a fan
And I been the biggest bird, bitch, I'm falcon when I land (Oh man, goddamn)