Lyrics Im Up - Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz

Im Up

I’m up
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I’m hands on like a iPad (iPad)
Them racks in my pants look like thigh pads (Thigh pads)
I hit it with the fork, that’s my dance (Scur!)
I hit it two times, that’s a slow dance (Scur scur!)
I ain’t got time for the romance
Cocaine avalanche when I finance
I’ma laugh at ya, I’ma throw a bomb at ya
Since you a crumb snatcher I’ma throw a crumb at ya
I ain’t mad at ya, but ya got me bent backwards
I roll another swisher, I don’t like to smoke Backwoods
Brick Squad bandana fool, trapped out since grammar school
Brick Squad Atlanta crew, she got a bandana too
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Yea I got that fire for ya FYI
Nigga didn’t respect me, it’s hello, goodbye
All my hoes is dykin' (Dykin'), all yo hoes is triflin' (Triflin')
Yeah I got a pistol but the bullets from a rifle
Yeah they call me deuce, I got deuces on my coupe
Put two swishers together look like I’m blowing on a flute
Yea nigga we up, we ride up on you
Ralph Lauren teddy bear it’s not Winnie the Pooh
Yeah nigga we winnin', and spend it on these women
And I ain’t playing soccer when I’m kicking it at Lenox
Say what up to Louis, say what up to Fendi
Niggas know what we doing I make it so I spend it
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