(BITCH!)
(GRRT)
Up to something
Know I put this smirk on when we up to something
Playing with my top, man this ain't that
You could get sent to something
I ain't flashing wit no grip just know this shit gon' get to drumming
Dub me way back when but now I'm up so baby no discussion
If she too fanned out we fly her out and we gon make percussion
Feel like Kevin Gates
I beat her back out better not do no running Rackies out the ass,
She couldn't pass but ima stick to thumbing
Issa quiet place them monsters coming if you get to humming
Bitch I'm number 1, not number 2
But bitch your dead last
Catching flights to Cali with the crew
There ain't no setbacks
Now that I came up & since then
I don't want to fall back
They ain't want to f*ck with me that's cool
But please don't call back on god
Why they on my phone?
Maybe it's just me that don't know how shit goes
Why they on my phone?
Just leave me alone
Got a couple racks in my bag now
That I made it out I done made it out good
I done made it out and now they mad that I got paper routes
I was on that couch, I screamed and shout
I gotta make it out
They said that I turned fake cause I got cake that how you view it now
Been awhile
Since a child
Know I been wild wild
Shawty from Jersey don't champ no Mild
Brand new coupe bought the bitch no miles
Shit onna hater got money bowels
Chop go berserk if you dare move wild
Shawty in the room screaming ou no vowels
Shawty in the room screaming "ouuu" no vowels
I was down bad now look at me now
I was down bad now look at me now
Look at me now
I bet you miss me don't you wish that I was around
That you could claim me like you had me lost & found
But now I'm up & sorry I don't miss the ground
Walking around I'm in the the cloud zone
B Fendy - Up To Something (feat. RDM) Lyrics
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(BITCH!)
(GRRT)
Up to something
Know I put this smirk on when we up to something
Playing with my top, man this ain't that
You could get sent to something
I ain't flashing wit no grip just know this shit gon' get to drumming
Dub me way back when but now I'm up so baby no discussion
If she too fanned out we fly her out and we gon make percussion
Feel like Kevin Gates
I beat her back out better not do no running Rackies out the ass,
She couldn't pass but ima stick to thumbing
Issa quiet place them monsters coming if you get to humming
Bitch I'm number 1, not number 2
But bitch your dead last
Catching flights to Cali with the crew
There ain't no setbacks
Now that I came up & since then
I don't want to fall back
They ain't want to f*ck with me that's cool
But please don't call back on god
Why they on my phone?
Maybe it's just me that don't know how shit goes
Why they on my phone?
Just leave me alone
Got a couple racks in my bag now
That I made it out I done made it out good
I done made it out and now they mad that I got paper routes
I was on that couch, I screamed and shout
I gotta make it out
They said that I turned fake cause I got cake that how you view it now
Been awhile
Since a child
Know I been wild wild
Shawty from Jersey don't champ no Mild
Brand new coupe bought the bitch no miles
Shit onna hater got money bowels
Chop go berserk if you dare move wild
Shawty in the room screaming ou no vowels
Shawty in the room screaming "ouuu" no vowels
I was down bad now look at me now
I was down bad now look at me now
Look at me now
I bet you miss me don't you wish that I was around
That you could claim me like you had me lost & found
But now I'm up & sorry I don't miss the ground
Walking around I'm in the the cloud zone
(GRRT)
Up to something
Know I put this smirk on when we up to something
Playing with my top, man this ain't that
You could get sent to something
I ain't flashing wit no grip just know this shit gon' get to drumming
Dub me way back when but now I'm up so baby no discussion
If she too fanned out we fly her out and we gon make percussion
Feel like Kevin Gates
I beat her back out better not do no running Rackies out the ass,
She couldn't pass but ima stick to thumbing
Issa quiet place them monsters coming if you get to humming
Bitch I'm number 1, not number 2
But bitch your dead last
Catching flights to Cali with the crew
There ain't no setbacks
Now that I came up & since then
I don't want to fall back
They ain't want to f*ck with me that's cool
But please don't call back on god
Why they on my phone?
Maybe it's just me that don't know how shit goes
Why they on my phone?
Just leave me alone
Got a couple racks in my bag now
That I made it out I done made it out good
I done made it out and now they mad that I got paper routes
I was on that couch, I screamed and shout
I gotta make it out
They said that I turned fake cause I got cake that how you view it now
Been awhile
Since a child
Know I been wild wild
Shawty from Jersey don't champ no Mild
Brand new coupe bought the bitch no miles
Shit onna hater got money bowels
Chop go berserk if you dare move wild
Shawty in the room screaming ou no vowels
Shawty in the room screaming "ouuu" no vowels
I was down bad now look at me now
I was down bad now look at me now
Look at me now
I bet you miss me don't you wish that I was around
That you could claim me like you had me lost & found
But now I'm up & sorry I don't miss the ground
Walking around I'm in the the cloud zone
Writer: Bryan Lora, Robert Yunker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid