I'm Up

Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Tay Keith Verse 1 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 Pre-Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Verse 2 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 Pre-Chorus 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 Chorus 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