I’m Up Lyrics
by Gucci Mane Feat. 2 Chainz
It’s your boy 2 Chainz man
Niggas wanna know how you feel bro
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
Okay
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
Okay
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
No pens on like an iPad
Them racks in my pants look like an iPad
I hit her with the 4 that’s my …
I hit it 2 times, that’s a slow dance
Look here, I ain’t got time for no romance
Cocaine avalanche, when I finance
I’ma laugh at you, I’ma throw a bone at you
Since you a chrome snatcher, I’ma throw a chrome at you
I ain’t mad at you, but she got me bent backwards
I roll another swisher, I don’t like to smoke backwards
Brick squad, back down the food…
Brick squad…she got a bandana too
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
Okay
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
Okay
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
Yeah I got that fire, for your fyi
Nigga did respect me, it’s hello or goodbye
All my hoes is dicking, all your hoes is trifling
Yeah I got a pistol but the bullets from a rifle
Yeah they call me …I got deuces on my coop
Put 2 swishers together look like I’m blowing on the flute
Yeah nigga we … we ride up on you
… and teddy bear, it’s not…the booth
Yeah nigga we winning, and spend it on these women
And I ain’t playing soccer when I’m kicking it in Atlanta
Say warrup to Louie, say warrup to Fendi,
Niggas know what we doing, I make it so I spend it
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
Okay
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
Okay
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up
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