I'm Up Lyrics

Damn, Donny made this

Uh, bitch I'm up, that's just something you should know

Bitch we turning up, throwing bags like the Super Bowl

Wrist gave me fucking hypothermia, it's super froze

Why you wasting time on these thots, yeah, these stupid hoes

You be crying about life, I cannot, I just get the bag

Why you trying to tell me your opinion? Bitch I didn't ask

Saw the cops behind me in the SRT, I hit the dash

Adding up my money it don't stop, I just did the math

You could never flip a bag, turn it into something more

If it ain't fucking turnt then what the fucks the function for

If you know the bitch a thot then why the fuck you cuff the whore

If you ain't got no money then what the fuck you stunting for

Honestly man nothings yours, you posted with a fucking rental

Shitting on the opps, it's way too easy, did it accidental

I was in a Track going fast, hit the gas, the pedal

If I ain't number one yet then I'm close, finna snatch the medal

Finna snatch the medal, finna snatch the trophy, uh, yeah

You a fucking lame, bitch, you could never hoe me, yeah, yeah

Chilling with my brothers, I don't got no homies, yeah, yeah

Bro just dumped some Wock and now he moving slowly, yeah

You don't really know me, why you act like you do? You fanned out

You just trying to fit in, we work so hard to stand out

If he run up on lil' S0K0 then shit, that's man down

Got this shit off the muscle, you don't get shit off playing 'round

Ain't laying down, I don't need no rest

All headshots, is you stupid? You don't need no vest

I get green, I get it fast like I'm at CeeLo's best

Bro mad I'm up, yeah, he a bitch, yeah,

he so pressed

Bitch I done went fucking up, now bro mad he got a temper

No you ain't with the fucking team, no you can't be a member

Lil' bro said he finna pull up, text him back and said whatever

Pressure makes diamonds, diamonds on my wrist, but I don't feel no pressure, yeah

Keep my cool, uh, even when they staring at me

I got so much fucking money it could make a Karen happy

Endless jeans, they cost like four thousand, I ain't wearing khakis

I was in that Track but right now we be tearing scatties

Yeah, we going crazy, got the best work

Lil' bro talking crazy, made me laugh so hard my chest hurt

You was the one talking shit, okay, you gon' get slept first

Yo bro was a fiend, he done got clapped off a fent perc

Snapping up on every beat, I don't fucking miss ever

Lencis like five pounds, no shit I'm a big stepper

Swap the fucking glocky for the AR 'cause it hit better

I only spit heat like I just went out and bit peppers

I ain't slowing down, going up they fucking know it now

When I walk in, shut the function down and throw a thou

I just saw a copy of yo CD, finna throw it out

They ain't used to know my name, guarantee they know it now

Couple years from now I'm rocking shows up at Rolling Loud

They trying to get through me but they can't, bitch, I won't allow

How much racks I fucking made? Enough to go around

Lil' bro talking shit, what he say? We finna hoe him out