Songtexte I'm Up - S0K0

Damn, Donny made this

Uh, bitch I'm up, that's just something you should know
Bitch we turning up, throwing bags like the Super Bowl
Wrist gave me fucking hypothermia, it's super froze
Why you wasting time on these thots, yeah, these stupid hoes
You be crying about life, I cannot, I just get the bag
Why you trying to tell me your opinion? Bitch I didn't ask
Saw the cops behind me in the SRT, I hit the dash
Adding up my money it don't stop, I just did the math
You could never flip a bag, turn it into something more
If it ain't fucking turnt then what the fucks the function for
If you know the bitch a thot then why the fuck you cuff the whore
If you ain't got no money then what the fuck you stunting for
Honestly man nothings yours, you posted with a fucking rental
Shitting on the opps, it's way too easy, did it accidental
I was in a Track going fast, hit the gas, the pedal
If I ain't number one yet then I'm close, finna snatch the medal
Finna snatch the medal, finna snatch the trophy, uh, yeah
You a fucking lame, bitch, you could never hoe me, yeah, yeah
Chilling with my brothers, I don't got no homies, yeah, yeah
Bro just dumped some Wock and now he moving slowly, yeah
You don't really know me, why you act like you do? You fanned out
You just trying to fit in, we work so hard to stand out
If he run up on lil' S0K0 then shit, that's man down
Got this shit off the muscle, you don't get shit off playing 'round
Ain't laying down, I don't need no rest
All headshots, is you stupid? You don't need no vest
I get green, I get it fast like I'm at CeeLo's best
Bro mad I'm up, yeah, he a bitch, yeah,
he so pressed

Bitch I done went fucking up, now bro mad he got a temper
No you ain't with the fucking team, no you can't be a member
Lil' bro said he finna pull up, text him back and said whatever
Pressure makes diamonds, diamonds on my wrist, but I don't feel no pressure, yeah
Keep my cool, uh, even when they staring at me
I got so much fucking money it could make a Karen happy
Endless jeans, they cost like four thousand, I ain't wearing khakis
I was in that Track but right now we be tearing scatties
Yeah, we going crazy, got the best work
Lil' bro talking crazy, made me laugh so hard my chest hurt
You was the one talking shit, okay, you gon' get slept first
Yo bro was a fiend, he done got clapped off a fent perc
Snapping up on every beat, I don't fucking miss ever
Lencis like five pounds, no shit I'm a big stepper
Swap the fucking glocky for the AR 'cause it hit better
I only spit heat like I just went out and bit peppers
I ain't slowing down, going up they fucking know it now
When I walk in, shut the function down and throw a thou
I just saw a copy of yo CD, finna throw it out
They ain't used to know my name, guarantee they know it now
Couple years from now I'm rocking shows up at Rolling Loud
They trying to get through me but they can't, bitch, I won't allow
How much racks I fucking made? Enough to go around
Lil' bro talking shit, what he say? We finna hoe him out