Way Up Top

Lyrics

[Hook: Quilly & Every Ave] From the bottom way up top I done moved out of Morton Homes On my grind, got it on my own Now these hoes can't leave me alone And, I just wish you were here my nigga So you can see it this now Yeah, I just wish you were here my nigga So you can this [Verse 1: Quilly] Tell these hatin' niggas' "Keep up" (?) cool out, that heat tucked They killed my nigga Reef Buck They killed my cousin Quill Mack, man these streets rough My name gettin' larger, my son gettin' taller I move a lil' smarter and I'm goin' a lil harder Coach put me in the game, fuck the bench, I'm a starter I was born broke, but I'ma die a baller Circle gettin' smaller, some niggas' look at me different Cuz I don't pick up my phone, you niggas' out here fishin' You bitches wishin' on a star, tryna come up Like I ain't 1-UP, a nigga run up, he get done up Grind till the sun up, after school; pick my son up Pour some lean out for my niggas' and roll a blunt up You told me that I'd be great You told me niggas was fake You told me to keep my foot on the gas and never break Aw.. [Hook: Quilly & Every Ave] From the bottom way up top I done moved out of Morton Homes On my grind, got it on my own Now these hoes can't leave me alone And, I just wish you were here my nigga So you can see it this now Yeah, I just wish you were here my nigga So you can this [Verse 2: Quilly] My nigga, chase your dream I'ma chase this cream I can feel it in the air like Beans, where the lean? I'ma put myself on and then put on my team And I'ma say "fuck these bitches, go get the green" I'ma motherfuckin' champion, warrior; splash brother Ballin' in the finals, they save me for last; fuck it Score; buckets, coup; truck it Quilly livin' proof, got the juice (?) I'm stuck in the trap, I know the reaper callin' me This bitch keep callin' me, she said she want all of me I keep 15 in the Glizzy, hater get up off of me I'm shootin' for myself, I need no one to spark for me Oh, fuck it, I done came up When I start gettin' to it, they said I changed up Bought a big house, pulled the range up Focus on this rap shit, put the cane up Yeah yeah [Hook: Quilly & Every Ave] From the bottom way up top I done moved out of Morton Homes On my grind, got it on my own Now these hoes can't leave me alone And, I just wish you were here my nigga So you can see it this now Yeah, I just wish you were here my nigga So you can this [Verse 3: Vodka] This is a genius workin', a genius at work I mainly give you all pain cuz I like how it hurt I like to talk about dirt, heiron in the works Zero in on the xannies and sellin em all the percs I'ma O.G. first, in (?) situations, gotta show me first Or it ain't wavy, they like "O.G. surf?" And all I'm doin' is waving, they like "O.G. is cursed" It's always somethin' scary Got the boogeyman wit em Candy man in the mirror, climbin' up Jacob's ladder And Jason's mask was my hero Freddy's glove was my toy, and I'm really not tryna hear no Joker shit; weirdo, I'm really here for the Quavo I'm really here for the Yayo, really here for the bankroll Really here for the babes tho, really here for the late show But really, I ain't here I'm just really tryna lay low I'm just really tryna lay low [Hook: Quilly & Every Ave] From the bottom way up top I done moved out of Morton Homes On my grind, got it on my own Now these hoes can't leave me alone And, I just wish you were here my nigga So you can see it this now Yeah, I just wish you were here my nigga So you can this