Up
Young Thug feat. Lil Uzi Vert Lyrics


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Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yee!

I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it's 'bout to go up (ooh)
You playin' with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It's up (say what?), it's up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let's go up (yee), let's go up (yee)

Hundred racks on me right now
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout, lil' bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
Tryna meet me, I don't need money, they're rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I'ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto hoe to better ho, another ho
Now I'm ridin', mess a couple million
Pull up to your hood wit a busted up brick
We ain't playin' 'bout our stuff, big killin' (yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms
Spend a hundred racks on bitches
Swift just bought me a seal
Act', I don't need bubblegum or nothin'
I just got a real pint of Actavis
We don't need no bubblegum or nothin'
I just got a real pint of Act'
We ain't need bubblegum or no-nothin', yeah, uh
Kibbles and Bits my dog 'cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let's go)
Yee-hee, Goyard ('yard)
Yee-hee, let's have a money war (yah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin' this war (my niggas, we lovin' this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog's charge (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the 'ting go bad up (yee)

I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it's 'bout to go up (ooh)
You playin' with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
Let's go up (let's go up), we can go up (we can go all way up)
We can go up (yeah, we can go up), we can go up (yeah, we can go up)
We can go up (let's go up), we can get up (we can go all way up)
Let's go up (yeah, we can go up), let's go up (yeah, we can go up)

Fuck your bitch for my brunch (woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (let's go, yeah)
Smokin' that gas like a skunk (skunk)
Got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
Nigga, don't talk greasy, better believe me
You know I stay where the cheese be
Bitch, I'm a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy
Diamonds, they wet, need a squeegee (squeejee)
You know I be where the dawgs at
We know you hang where the fleas be (eww)
Automatic where my keys be
I need that shit Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin'
Just livin' my life and it's easy (okay)
She put her knees where my feet be
I need a whip that got three seats (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that's all week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that's all week
Don't want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I'm just a loner, smokin' gas, bitch, I'm a stoner
He want my swag, he's a cloner, look at my pocket it's big, gettin' swoler
I do not like her, so I can't promote her
Whippin' them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca

Let's go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let's go up
We can go up, we can go up

Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (come on)
I'm 'bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don't give no fuck, I got a prostitute Granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (yeah)
I'm in a coupe, 'bout to be switchin' the lane (yeah)
I got a girl meetin' me right when I land (yeah)
I made it clear, I'ma look out when I can (yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin' the same ('mainin' the same)
Wasted wasted tryna intercept a hoe, you a lame
Money callin' and I'm reachin' out every rate (yee)

I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it's 'bout to go up (ooh)
You playin' with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It's up (say what?), it's up (ayy)




It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let's go up (yee), let's go up (yee)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of “UP” by Young Thug and Lil Uzi Vert describe their experiences with drugs and party lifestyle. The song starts with the producer, Southside, announcing his presence on the track before the artists start rapping about their drug-induced euphoria. Young Thug raps, “I take molly and go up, we take coke and go up,” and Lil Uzi Vert adds, “Fuck your bitch for my brunch, go to Paris for lunch, smoking that gas like a skunk.”


The song also touches on their fame's product and how they spend it freely. Lil Uzi Vert raps about having women, buying expensive watches for them, and spending money extravagantly. Young Thug brags about spending hundreds and thousands of dollars on women, clothes, and cars. Furthermore, the song references conflict, potentially violent or criminal, as Lil Uzi Vert raps, “Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder, canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well, I stole her.”


Overall, “UP” portrays a life of luxury and excess, with Young Thug and Lil Uzi Vert enjoying the fruits of their success and living a party lifestyle that involves taking drugs, having multiple women at their disposal, and spending extravagantly with disregard for the consequences of their actions.


Line by Line Meaning

Southside on the track, yeah
This song is produced by Southside


I take molly and go up (up)
I take MDMA and feel euphoric


We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
Taking cocaine gives us a rush of energy


We got hoes (bitches) it's 'bout to go up (ooh)
We have multiple women with us, the night is about to get wild


You playin' with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
If you mess with us, things can quickly turn violent


It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
Our night can quickly escalate with drugs, women, and violence


Hundred racks on me right now
I have $100k on me currently


What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout, lil' bitty bitch?
You're speaking nonsense to me


I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
I have women trying to have sex with me


I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I bought luxury watches for a few women


Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
Women are dancing suggestively for us


I just got a ghetto hoe to better ho, another ho
I went from having a poor woman to a higher quality woman, upping my game


Now I'm ridin', mess a couple million
I'm living my life to the fullest, spending a couple million dollars


We ain't playin' 'bout our stuff, big killin'
We're not joking around when it comes to violence


Swift just bought me a seal
Someone named Swift bought me a luxurious item


Act', I don't need bubblegum or nothin'
I'm sipping on real cough syrup


Kibbles and Bits my dog 'cause we German, uh
My dog and I are tough like German Shepherds


I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let's go)
I just rolled a blunt with flavored wrap


Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
I'm hiding in the dark where I can't be seen


Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin' this war (my niggas, we lovin' this war)
My friends and I enjoy living a life full of violence and crime


Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
I'm living a life so wild that I've forgotten about my own fame


Nigga, don't talk greasy, better believe me
Don't speak disrespectfully to me, I mean business


Bitch, I'm a star like a Ouija
I'm a famous and powerful person, like a Ouija board


Diamonds, they wet, need a squeegee (squeejee)
My diamonds are so shiny that they need to be wiped clean with a squeegee


You know I be where the dawgs at
I'm always surrounded by my tough and loyal friends


Automatic where my keys be
I have a gun with me at all times


Whippin' them babies then leave it in strollers
I'm cooking and selling drugs, leaving them unattended in baby strollers


Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
I'm expertly throwing drugs to my customer, and my diamonds are very valuable


Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
My yellow diamond is very shiny, and I took someone's girlfriend


You know she treat the Molly like the coca
This woman uses MDMA the same way as cocaine


Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
I'm thanking someone for being my friend


Wasted wasted tryna intercept a hoe, you a lame
You're a loser for trying to stop me from getting a woman


Money callin' and I'm reachin' out every rate (yee)
I'm making lots of money and taking every opportunity to earn more




Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffrey Williams, Joshua Luellen, Symere Woods

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@mamadu1968

Young thug: Lets go Up!
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@mrman9151

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@thinkfiend

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@clipzywyd3494

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@vincentvango1447

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@wabuyawilliam

You bitch

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@RileyTaugor

Uzi finally showed up for a music video. About time 1600

@aabdeon2920

wys i was like "lemme find out dis nigga dead n just keepin it from us" 😂

@myinnerchild

Deontreias Buie fax😂

@sailormane.2966

young thug sort of put him on

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