T.I. - Upper Echelon Echelon

[Hook] Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (Roll up) We so high, upper echelon (Straight up) We so fuckin' high, upper echelon (Damn) [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year Don't you come around me, ain't got the time, B, naww Watch me do the Randy, touchdown Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I.] Aight Travis, let get it, Hustle Gang, nigga You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect Or else I guarantee you'll get wet You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest A choppa no less than a tech You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that I just might pull up wherever you at Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat Ok, hol' up, let me freezer These niggas must have caught amnesia My face caught in these streets cuh A1 credit, no Visa Excuse me shawty don't get me started If yo shit sick, my shit retarded Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I get wrong Get shot then leave 'em in the forest Boom, wait til the end of the Earth Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt Hey, first thing first, this what I do I'm a king mothafucka who the hell are you? Check suckas off top, I bet I do Hustle Gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool We creme de la creme fuck them fuck niggas Top shelf upper echelon can't fuck with us [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] Uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside me It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry Let's get it jumpin', call it center court On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes On the plane with your bitch and a carry on I do it for my city, then I fly away I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses Pull out that 7, Mac-11 Pastor, reverend, Versace heaven