I'm Up

(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 (time, oh)
Fuckin' your bitch in Louis V flip flops
Tryna blow out her spine (whoa)
Fuckgirls stallin'
You ain't gettin' in, don't waste my time (yeah, oh)
Tryna slow down
Tryna chill but nothin' but work on my mind (yeah, oh)
Baby I'm ballin'
Pop another X and go over time (whoa)
She won't stop callin'
Gotta block her number, get off my line

Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up calories
Poppin' these pills, I burn '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

Brrt, brrt, brrt, yeah
Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna' put a stick in her purse, yeah (whoa)
You could take me out the streets
But the streets will never be outta me
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
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of 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 your shorty, your 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 burn '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

Brrt, brrt, brrt, yeah
Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna' put a stick in her purse, yeah (whoa)
You could take me out the streets
But the streets will never be outta me
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
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me
Gotta play it cool on the internet
But I'm a savage in reality