Uptown, coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Say she on Canal, but I'm knowin' where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Someone had to tell me, "Nah, for you real, you the one"
Shit, I ain't even know I put my city on the map
She said she tryna come to the city, on some fun shit
Stay for a week, she ain't tryna go back
No new friends, tryna stick to the code that they taught me
Walk on the stage and they start to applaud me
I was one deep that one time that y'all called me
They couldn't kill me the same day they saw me
He tried again and again, but that's on me
Look at the shit that I did, boy, that's all me
My diamonds wet as the sea that my Crip niggas throwin'
But let's leave it be if you get what I mean
I got niggas all over that's gunnin' for me
Shit, if Trump was my boy, he would run for VP
If I fell off tomorrow, it's nothin' to me
'Cause the fame, boy, that shit don't mean nothin' to me
Uptown, coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Say she on Canal, but I'm knowin' where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Said she tryna get brr-brr-brr-brr, booted up
Go ahead, baby, do your thing, yeah, toot it up
H-Town livin', but my niggas never screwin' up
Ain't forget the niggas that was booin' us
Ain't no room for the bandwagon known as G-Wagen
Four pockets full and I'm not Dominique, never sagged in Amiris, my Evisus saggin'
Four albums done, I don't care for critiques
I'm the man in my city, they look up to me
Like I'm seven feet tall, I'm 6'3" minus three
Add like ninety-seven, f*ck you mean?
Uptown, coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Say she on Canal, but I'm knowin' where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Uptown Coolin! Video (MV)
Performed By: Autumn
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Benjamin Clarence Phillips, Luci Gramacho, Jake Wogan, Aidan Crotinger
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Uptown, coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Say she on Canal, but I'm knowin' where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Someone had to tell me, "Nah, for you real, you the one"
Shit, I ain't even know I put my city on the map
She said she tryna come to the city, on some fun shit
Stay for a week, she ain't tryna go back
No new friends, tryna stick to the code that they taught me
Walk on the stage and they start to applaud me
I was one deep that one time that y'all called me
They couldn't kill me the same day they saw me
He tried again and again, but that's on me
Look at the shit that I did, boy, that's all me
My diamonds wet as the sea that my Crip niggas throwin'
But let's leave it be if you get what I mean
I got niggas all over that's gunnin' for me
Shit, if Trump was my boy, he would run for VP
If I fell off tomorrow, it's nothin' to me
'Cause the fame, boy, that shit don't mean nothin' to me
Uptown, coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Say she on Canal, but I'm knowin' where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Said she tryna get brr-brr-brr-brr, booted up
Go ahead, baby, do your thing, yeah, toot it up
H-Town livin', but my niggas never screwin' up
Ain't forget the niggas that was booin' us
Ain't no room for the bandwagon known as G-Wagen
Four pockets full and I'm not Dominique, never sagged in Amiris, my Evisus saggin'
Four albums done, I don't care for critiques
I'm the man in my city, they look up to me
Like I'm seven feet tall, I'm 6'3" minus three
Add like ninety-seven, f*ck you mean?
Uptown, coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Say she on Canal, but I'm knowin' where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Say she on Canal, but I'm knowin' where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Someone had to tell me, "Nah, for you real, you the one"
Shit, I ain't even know I put my city on the map
She said she tryna come to the city, on some fun shit
Stay for a week, she ain't tryna go back
No new friends, tryna stick to the code that they taught me
Walk on the stage and they start to applaud me
I was one deep that one time that y'all called me
They couldn't kill me the same day they saw me
He tried again and again, but that's on me
Look at the shit that I did, boy, that's all me
My diamonds wet as the sea that my Crip niggas throwin'
But let's leave it be if you get what I mean
I got niggas all over that's gunnin' for me
Shit, if Trump was my boy, he would run for VP
If I fell off tomorrow, it's nothin' to me
'Cause the fame, boy, that shit don't mean nothin' to me
Uptown, coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Say she on Canal, but I'm knowin' where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Said she tryna get brr-brr-brr-brr, booted up
Go ahead, baby, do your thing, yeah, toot it up
H-Town livin', but my niggas never screwin' up
Ain't forget the niggas that was booin' us
Ain't no room for the bandwagon known as G-Wagen
Four pockets full and I'm not Dominique, never sagged in Amiris, my Evisus saggin'
Four albums done, I don't care for critiques
I'm the man in my city, they look up to me
Like I'm seven feet tall, I'm 6'3" minus three
Add like ninety-seven, f*ck you mean?
Uptown, coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Say she on Canal, but I'm knowin' where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Writer: Benjamin Clarence Phillips, Luci Gramacho, Jake Wogan, Aidan Crotinger
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC