Chorus:
Blowing up, now a grownup
From the bottom-up, turn the heat up
Not a runner-up, gonna follow up
Give you a check up, put you in the lockup
Tell them to don’t fuck with me (yeah)
Haters don’t seem to agree (yeah)
They wanna be amputees (yeah)
I’ll mess them up undoubtedly (yeah)
Verse 1:
Fuck these bitches man
I’ll put them in their place
Cuz my name’s K Dolla
I got diamonds in my wake
Got them riches, got them stitches
Got them million dollar bitches
Man they say it’s all fictitious
But so what I am ambitious
Chorus:
Blowing up, now a grownup
From the bottom-up, turn the heat up
Not a runner-up, gonna follow up
Give you a check up, put you in the lockup
Tell them to don’t fuck with me (yeah)
Haters don’t seem to agree (yeah)
They wanna be amputees (yeah)
I’ll mess them up undoubtedly (yeah)
Verse 2:
Make my name into a brand
I’ma make you all follow my command
They all tryna get the upper hand
But I survive in quicksand
It’s a dreamland, hunnid bands
Contraband in a holy land
Fuck you up, until I stand
You wouldn’t last one minute, man
Chorus:
Blowing up, now a grownup
From the bottom-up, turn the heat up
Not a runner-up, gonna follow up
Give you a check up, put you in the lockup
Tell them to don’t fuck with me (yeah)
Haters don’t seem to agree (yeah)
They wanna be amputees (yeah)
I’ll mess them up undoubtedly (yeah)
Blowing up, now a grownup
From the bottom-up, turn the heat up
Not a runner-up, gonna follow up
Give you a check up, put you in the lockup
Tell them to don’t fuck with me (yeah)
Haters don’t seem to agree (yeah)
They wanna be amputees (yeah)
I’ll mess them up undoubtedly (yeah)
Verse 1:
Fuck these bitches man
I’ll put them in their place
Cuz my name’s K Dolla
I got diamonds in my wake
Got them riches, got them stitches
Got them million dollar bitches
Man they say it’s all fictitious
But so what I am ambitious
Chorus:
Blowing up, now a grownup
From the bottom-up, turn the heat up
Not a runner-up, gonna follow up
Give you a check up, put you in the lockup
Tell them to don’t fuck with me (yeah)
Haters don’t seem to agree (yeah)
They wanna be amputees (yeah)
I’ll mess them up undoubtedly (yeah)
Verse 2:
Make my name into a brand
I’ma make you all follow my command
They all tryna get the upper hand
But I survive in quicksand
It’s a dreamland, hunnid bands
Contraband in a holy land
Fuck you up, until I stand
You wouldn’t last one minute, man
Chorus:
Blowing up, now a grownup
From the bottom-up, turn the heat up
Not a runner-up, gonna follow up
Give you a check up, put you in the lockup
Tell them to don’t fuck with me (yeah)
Haters don’t seem to agree (yeah)
They wanna be amputees (yeah)
I’ll mess them up undoubtedly (yeah)
( Vyom Grover )
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