Cgr jmoe - I'm Up Lyrics

(Huh, huh yea)
(Yeah, huh)
(Huh, huh)
(Let's go)
(Woahhh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tryna stab my back(Yeah)
Tell a pussy ass nigga get up off my back(Woah, Woahhh)
I'm still gettin' all this cash(Yeah)
Just got a new hoe Ian worried about her ass(Woah, Woahhh)
Take the bitch right up in saks(Yeah)
She act right, next time I'ma buy her that bag(Yeah you know)
(Bought a birkin bag)
Gang violence shit nigga
Yeah I let her drive my car, I told the bitch tent all my window's(My windows)
F*ck security, my niggas shootin out the window(Out the window)
I got a lot of hoes, told my brother get the rental(Get the rental)
(Yeah)
What the f*ck they talkin' bout
These niggas know how the f*ck I come this bitch I just bought a mountain
I don't wanna know bout what you did lil' bitch I'm f*cking get out my house
I just bought white folks a cutlass coupe that bitch came from the south
What the f*ck you do for me
You ain't never stand on shit
You ain't never stayed with me
Ain't no nigga ever played with me
Told bitch don't play with me
I bought that cat got my shit nigga I'm a rich tipper
Yo man a bitch nigga
I stand on shit nigga
I'm with the shits nigga
(Hoppin out the back back)
Hoppin' off the roof, I'm with my niggas in that scat pack
Went to jail and got back out, nigga ian going back(Back)
Yeah, you know
I'm up so now I ain't gotta see if she f*cking my bro
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bankin shit they know how the f*ck I come in this bitch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know
Paranoid right now, I keep that bitch tucked by my toe
Styling jeans on my f*ckin ass, they know how the f*ck we rock in
She ask me how much money I got in my bank, like bitch why you f*ckin clockin'
I got kids to feed lil' bitch, don't be worried bout it
Fast break all down the court my brother oop me like I'm Obi Toppin
Won't ask bitch her name, I just wanna f*ck
F*ck all these hating ass bitches, they wanna hate on me cus I'm up That bitch told me she wanna have my baby I told the bitch that she drunk
She with them bad ass hoes from down the block, I told the bitch to come
Baby, don't waste my time
(I ain't tryna argue with no bitch that ain't wanna be with me)
(You told you wanna f*ck with me and leave with me)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Hoppin' out the back back)
Hoppin' out the roof, I'm with my niggas in that scat pack
Went to jail and got back out, nigga, I ain't goin' back(Back)
Yeah, you know
I'm up so now I ain't gotta see if she f*cking my bro
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bankin' shit, they know how the f*ck I come in this bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you know
Paranoid right now I keep that bitch tucked by my toe