Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Up , by - NAV. Song from the album Good Intentions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XO
Song language: English
I'm Up |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |