"I'm Up" lyrics
(Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Tay Keith
I don't give a fuck, I'm up, I crashed my Lambo' truck four times (Skrrt)
Shout out Lil Durk, my hitters got sticks like RondoNumbaNine (They do)
I done got rich, my Rollie don't tick-tock, but it still tell the time (The time)
Fuckin' your bitch in Louis V flip-flops, tryna blow out her spine (Yeah)
Fuckgirl stallin', you ain't gettin' in, don't waste my time (Yeah)
Tryna slow down, tryna chill, but nothin' but work on my mind (Yeah)
Baby, I'm ballin', pop another X and go overtime (Woah)
She won't stop callin', gotta block her number, get off my line (Brrt)
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up calories
Poppin' these pills, I'm burnin 'em off
Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog
Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don't cost to get 'em knocked off
Burr, burr, burr, yeah
Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (Bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
You can take me out the streets, but the streets will never be outta me (Streets)
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
If you run up on me, you gon' see (Right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah (Brr)
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (Lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I'm a savage in reality
Two hundred plus on the digital dash
200K, that's in physical cash
Stop all the hate with your miserable ass
Got me a shorty, her physical bad (Yeah)
Run it up, you could put it on my tab
Shit that I got, I thought I'd never have
Fresh off the lot, I got on paper tags
Smokin' exotic, you can't get a drag
Long laces and my shorts Rick Owen
Turn off the lights and my neck still glowin'
I'm the type pull up with vibes and they blowin'
Where I'm from, people get shot when it's snowin'
My brother can't read, but he still got a sentence
Had to fall back, now I'm back with a vengeance
I get 'em short and I stack up my tennis
Empty my bank account, then I replenish
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up calories
Poppin' these pills, I'm burnin 'em off
Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog
Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don't cost to get 'em knocked off
Burr, burr, burr, yeah
Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (Bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
You can take me out the streets, but the streets will never be outta me (Streets)
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
If you run up on me, you gon' see (Right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah (Brr)
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (Lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I'm a savage in reality
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Tay Keith
I don't give a fuck, I'm up, I crashed my Lambo' truck four times (Skrrt)
Shout out Lil Durk, my hitters got sticks like RondoNumbaNine (They do)
I done got rich, my Rollie don't tick-tock, but it still tell the time (The time)
Fuckin' your bitch in Louis V flip-flops, tryna blow out her spine (Yeah)
Fuckgirl stallin', you ain't gettin' in, don't waste my time (Yeah)
Tryna slow down, tryna chill, but nothin' but work on my mind (Yeah)
Baby, I'm ballin', pop another X and go overtime (Woah)
She won't stop callin', gotta block her number, get off my line (Brrt)
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up calories
Poppin' these pills, I'm burnin 'em off
Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog
Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don't cost to get 'em knocked off
Burr, burr, burr, yeah
Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (Bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
You can take me out the streets, but the streets will never be outta me (Streets)
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
If you run up on me, you gon' see (Right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah (Brr)
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (Lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I'm a savage in reality
Two hundred plus on the digital dash
200K, that's in physical cash
Stop all the hate with your miserable ass
Got me a shorty, her physical bad (Yeah)
Run it up, you could put it on my tab
Shit that I got, I thought I'd never have
Fresh off the lot, I got on paper tags
Smokin' exotic, you can't get a drag
Long laces and my shorts Rick Owen
Turn off the lights and my neck still glowin'
I'm the type pull up with vibes and they blowin'
Where I'm from, people get shot when it's snowin'
My brother can't read, but he still got a sentence
Had to fall back, now I'm back with a vengeance
I get 'em short and I stack up my tennis
Empty my bank account, then I replenish
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up calories
Poppin' these pills, I'm burnin 'em off
Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog
Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don't cost to get 'em knocked off
Burr, burr, burr, yeah
Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (Bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
You can take me out the streets, but the streets will never be outta me (Streets)
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
If you run up on me, you gon' see (Right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah (Brr)
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (Lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I'm a savage in reality
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Nils Noehden, Navraj Singh Goraya, Tahj Morgan
