Uptown Coolin!
Uptown coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Said she on Canal, but I'm knowing where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Someone had to tell me, "Nah, for real, you the one"
Shit, I ain't even know I put my city on the map
Said she tryna come to the city on some fun shit
Stayed for a week, she ain't tryna go back
No new friends, tryna stick to the goal that they taught me
Walk on that stage and they start to applaud me
I was one deep that one time that y'all called me
They coulda killed me the same day they saw me
He tried again and again, but that's on me
Look at the shit that I did, boy, that's all me
My diamonds as wet as the sea that my Crip niggas throwin'
But let's leave it be, if you get what I mean
I got niggas all over that's gunning for me
Shit, if Trump was my boy, he would run for VP
If I fell off tomorrow, it's nothing to me
'Cause the fame, boy, that shit don't mean nothing to me
Uptown coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Said she on Canal, but I'm knowing where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Said she tryna get brr-brr-brr-brr-booted up
Go ahead baby, do your thing, yeah, toot it up
H-Town livin', but my niggas never screwin' up
Ain't forget the niggas that was booing us
Ain't no room for the band wagon known as G-Wagon
4 Pockets Full and I'm not Dominique
Never sagged in Amiri's, my Evisu saggin'
Four albums done, I don't care for critiques
I'm the man of my city, they look up to me
Like I'm seven feet tall, I'm 6'3 minus three
At like 97, fuck you mean?
Uptown coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Said she on Canal, but I'm knowing where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Said she on Canal, but I'm knowing where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Someone had to tell me, "Nah, for real, you the one"
Shit, I ain't even know I put my city on the map
Said she tryna come to the city on some fun shit
Stayed for a week, she ain't tryna go back
No new friends, tryna stick to the goal that they taught me
Walk on that stage and they start to applaud me
I was one deep that one time that y'all called me
They coulda killed me the same day they saw me
He tried again and again, but that's on me
Look at the shit that I did, boy, that's all me
My diamonds as wet as the sea that my Crip niggas throwin'
But let's leave it be, if you get what I mean
I got niggas all over that's gunning for me
Shit, if Trump was my boy, he would run for VP
If I fell off tomorrow, it's nothing to me
'Cause the fame, boy, that shit don't mean nothing to me
Uptown coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Said she on Canal, but I'm knowing where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Said she tryna get brr-brr-brr-brr-booted up
Go ahead baby, do your thing, yeah, toot it up
H-Town livin', but my niggas never screwin' up
Ain't forget the niggas that was booing us
Ain't no room for the band wagon known as G-Wagon
4 Pockets Full and I'm not Dominique
Never sagged in Amiri's, my Evisu saggin'
Four albums done, I don't care for critiques
I'm the man of my city, they look up to me
Like I'm seven feet tall, I'm 6'3 minus three
At like 97, fuck you mean?
Uptown coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit
Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap
I'm too P, too much just for one bitch
Said she on Canal, but I'm knowing where she at
504, love the city like my one kid
S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact
Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit
FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Wogan, Aidan Crotinger, Luci Gramacho, Benjamin Clarence Phillips
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