I'm Up

I'm Up - NAV

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Brytavious Chambers/Tahj Morgan

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Brytavious Chambers/Tahj Morgan

Tay Keith what the f**k up n***a

Oh Lord Jetson made another one

Tay Keith

I don't give a f**k I'm up I crashed my Lambo truck four times

Skrrt

Shout out Lil Durk my hitters got sticks like Rondo Number Nine

Brrt yeah

I done got rich my Rollies don't tick-tock but it still tell the time

Time yeah

F**kin' your b***h in Louis V flip flop tryna blow out her spine

Yeah

F**kgirls stallin'

Yeah

You ain't gettin' in

Yeah

Don't waste my time

Yeah

Tryna slow down tryna chill but nothin' but workin' on my mind

Yeah

Baby I'm ballin'

Woah

Pop another X

Woah

And go over time

Woah

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 to 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

Burp burp burp yeah

Bullets they bite they hurt yeah

Bite

Treat my b***h the worst yeah

Tryna' put a stick in her purse yeah

Woah

You can take me out the streets

But the streets will never be outta me

Outta me

I don't gotta prove myself for s**t

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

Me

Gotta play it cool on the internet but I'm a savage in reality

Uh

Two hundred plus on the digital dash

200k that's in physical cash

Stop all the hate with your miserable a*s

Got me your shorty your physical bad

Yeah

Run it up you could put it on my tab

S**t that I got I thought I'd never had

Fresh out 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 to 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 to 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

Burp burp burp yeah

Bullets they bite they hurt yeah

Bite

Treat my b***h the worst yeah

Tryna' put a stick in her purse yeah

Woah

You can take me out the streets

But the streets will never be outta me

Outta me

I don't gotta prove myself for s**t

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

Me

Gotta play it cool on the internet but I'm a savage in reality

Uh