UP THERE!

Lyrics for UP THERE!

U-u-u-u Why they count a bitch out? (Why they count a bitch out?) Tryna dumb a bitch down (tryna dumb a bitch down) Tryna change my sound (tryna change my sound) Say I shouldn't be proud (I shouldn't be) Bitch, I'm finna get loud (I'm finna get loud) Gotta pound them, bitch, bounce (pound them, bitch, bounce, yeah) Finna walk a bitch out (finna walk a bitch out) Finna walk a bitch down (yeah) Lil' bitch who ain't bangin' no gun In the two-tone, Caddy with my name on the front, bitch, what? I done felt a lot of pain where I'm from Broke bitch, but I promise that some change gon' come When I'm up there, fuck fame, fuck number one Bitch, I'd rather be unknown with a chain than have none New hat, new hoodie, and the J's gone dumb Man, I promise on my mama, you ain't really want none When I'm up there, up there, I let it burp, boy Old town, Philly, anywhere I let it spurt, boy G-walkin' bitch, two-steppin' out a BART, boy You ain't get caught from me tryna make my art, boy Ugh, get your own bag, get a start, boy I don't know shit, but my music in the fur, boy Uh, I was in the town sellin' fake cars, boy You ain't done shit past sellin' fake carts, boy Hot bitch, hot steak, got wrist, got cake Hater hos lockin' in the Pratt State, bitch, what? Load him up like the fuckin' guy Spray locked in all day, on the go, get paid, bitch, what? Bitch, couldn't walk a block in my J's Walk a flock, I replayin' these beats by Jay, bitch, what? I ain't social, ask Twitter, swear that I has gays With the way I hate faggots, people think that bitch straight, bitch, yeah Why they count a bitch out? (Why they count a bitch out?) Tryna dumb a bitch down (tryna dumb a bitch down) Tryna change my sound (tryna change my sound) Say I shouldn't be proud (say I shouldn't be proud) Bitch, I'm finna get loud (bitch, I'm finna get loud) Gotta pound them, bitch, bounce (gotta pound them, bitch, bounce) Finna walk a bitch out (finna walk a bitch out), huh Finna walk a bitch down (finna walk a bitch down) Yeah, lil' bitch who, bitch who, bitch who ain't bangin' no gun In the two-tone, Caddy with my name on the front, bitch, what? I done felt a lot of pain where I'm from Broke bitch, but I promise that some change gon' come When I'm up there, fuck fame, fuck number one Bitch, I'd rather be unknown with a chain than have none New hat, new hoodie, and the J's gone dumb Man, I promise on my mama, I'm a momma, you ain't really one Bitch who ain't bangin' no gun In the two-tone, Caddy with my name on the front, bitch, what? I done felt a lot of pain where I'm from Broke bitch, but I promise that some change gon' come When I'm up there, fuck fame, fuck number one Bitch, I'd rather be unknown with a chain than have none New hat, new hoodie, and the J's gone dumb Man, I promise on my mama, you ain't really want none, when I'm up