Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Weight Up lyrics

Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga

I done finally got my weight up, weight up
I done finally got my weight up
I done finally got my cake up, cake up
I done finally got my cake up
Blow so much cash, they gotta rake up
My diamonds shine, laser
I'm ballin’ on 'em like I'm with the Lakers
Brand new foreign with the papers
Gotta keep that Glock, make me feel safer
They sent some shots but they didn’t take us
All these chains blingin', whole team eatin'
I ain't tryna kick it
You ain't gettin' no fettuccini
Got the streets hot, gasoline
If I ever flop
Then it's back to sellin' fuckin’ weed
I’m talkin' Master P’s

Trappin' 'til it's all gone
I been goin’ hard, put my dawgs on
If you ain't gettin' paid
You doin' it all wrong
And you know I'm stuck with my niggas
They my motherfuckin' backbone
I can barely walk 'cause I got
All these fuckin' racks on me
Niggas wanna hate
Can't go nowhere without the strap on me
Do a show 'cross the state
Get the backend on me
Beat her back, beat her face
I'll be gone in the morning

I done finally got my weight up, weight up
I done finally got my weight up
I done finally got my cake up, cake up
I done finally got my cake up
Blow so much cash, they gotta rake up
My diamonds shine, laser
I'm ballin' on 'em like I'm with the Lakers
Brand new foreign with the papers
Gotta keep that Glock, make me feel safer
They sent some shots but they didn't take us
All these chains blingin', whole team eatin'
I ain't tryna kick it
You ain't gettin' no fettuccini
Got the streets hot, gasoline
If I ever flop
Then it's back to sellin' fuckin' weed
I'm talkin' Master P's

If I ever flop I'm on the block
Seventeen inside my Glock
On the rock seven days a week
No I won't stop until I hit the top
I got lean in my soda pop
(Pop) , watch his body drop
Got things in the trap, know
Folks tryna stop me, i'ma detox
I done finally got my weight up, cake up
If you ain't tryna book it, need to pay us
Great up got a couple shooters
They do not play for no Lakers
Now we gettin' cash
All these niggas wanna hate us
Bitches tryna date us (On God)

I done finally got my weight up, weight up
I done finally got my weight up
I done finally got my cake up, cake up
I done finally got my cake up
Blow so much cash, they gotta rake up
My diamonds shine, laser
I'm ballin' on 'em like I'm with the Lakers
Brand new foreign with the papers
Gotta keep that Glock, make me feel safer
They sent some shots but they didn't take us
All these chains blingin', whole team eatin'
I ain't tryna kick it
You ain't gettin' no fettuccini
Got the streets hot, gasoline
If I ever flop
Then it's back to sellin' fuckin' weed
I'm talkin' Master P's

This dope came straight off the boat