I’m about to go, up up and away, dick in your mouth, fuck what you say
You sweet as pie, a muffin or cake, dick in her mouth, I’m fucking her face
Live for the night, sleep in the day, get high as fuck, sleep it away
I am a dog, you sheep in the gate, pussy, umh, how sweet is the taste
Gun to your head, what you keep in the safe? Weezy bitch, I’m deep into space
Floating away like a leaf on the lake, I’m gone like, delete and erase
Talk that shit, I walk that shit, pills, weed, all that shit
If the bitch is bad, I'mma call that bitch, get pussy, ass, all that shit
Umh, what they talking about? I go hard, they soft as a couch
I’m running 'em in and walking 'em out, cars so cold I parked in the house
Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant flow so tight, it’s yeast infected
Kill ‘em all when they least expect it, money tall, Lisa Leslie
Ymcmb connection, rappers is what I eat for breakfast
Woman up in my sheets is sexy, if she ain't fucking she can exit
Gun tucked in the waist, I bust in ya face
I ain’t got nothing to say, but up up and away

Up up and away, up up and away
Man I’m so high, I come down in a couple of days

Weezy (Yeah) Where ya going? (Up)
You’re going a little bit too far

Ain’t this a bitch, I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch
You’re lucky I don’t kill your ass but you can still get pistol whipped
Sharper than a pencil tip, bitch don’t even twitch your lip
40 cal with the extended clip, ain't gon' be no incident
Skinny jeans, red Vans, skully on, money long
Her mouth is like my house, so I guess you can say I’m coming home
You’re wylin' out then we're riding out, now your hiding out, honeycomb
I’m laughing to the bank like I just broke my fucking funny bone
What's really good five? I’m over here smoking that really good five
Eyes so low I look blind, but the stove on my waist cook fine
I be with niggas took lives and niggas that’ll take it outside
And niggas that’ll take it to your crib, take the baby out the crib and rape housewives
I’m gon' get so wasted they gon' have to carry me out this bitch
I took over this rap shit, these rappers are just my hostages
Let's cut to the chase, my bitch no hablo ingles
But I ain’t got nothing to say, but up up and away

Weezy (Yeah) Where ya going?
You’re going a little bit too far (Up up and away)

Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga
Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga
Straps on deck so fuck that nigga
Leave you looking like lightening struck that nigga
Racks on deck, I’m rich as shit, I’m calling my bitch the shit
Walking around on my fuck it shit, I done did everything on my bucket list
Fuck that shit, I’m Superbad, I don’t give a Hoover damn
Man, I son all these niggas, they should have a stupid tan
Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne
Sit your five dollar ass down 'fore I make change
I’m pumping your brakes, I’m jumping the gates
And I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away

Weezy, where ya going?
You’re going a little bit too far (Up up and away)