From the Bottom lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though)

[Chorus]
Came from the bottom, now we up like attic
Just walked in the jeweler and bust down a Patek
Was down to my last, now I'm livin' lavish
Now I do foreigns when I'm out in traffic (Damn)
I swear this sh*t feel like magic (Voilà)
Different colors in the chain (Tada)
I tap the gas, that b*tch, it go (Bye-bye)
Broke b*tches talkin', ain't sayin' (Nada)

[Verse 1]
I thought I told all you b*tches I'm with it (With it)
No, I'm not lettin' up off of you n*ggas (Nah, nah)
My foot on the gas, I been on they ass (Uh-huh)
b*tch, I got on, now I'm makin' 'em feel it
Poppin' my sh*t, that lil' b*tch be trippin' (Yeah)
Started on IG, I'm makin' a livin' (Rich)
These b*tches be streamin' my sh*t just to hate off the rip
Off these b*tches, I'm makin' a killing, yeah (b*tch, I'm poppin')
My life a movie, these hoes gon' watch it (They watch it)
New drip on, you hoes can't cop it (Can't cop it)
Ice on ice, my wrist game hockey (Ice)
Switch my n*gga when I please, that's options
Might be toxic
But a b*tch this bad can't never be locked in
Whatever I want, lil' b*tch, I'm coppin'
I ain't tryna bag no n*gga 'less he takin' me shoppin', b*tch
[Chorus]
Came from the bottom, now we up like attic
Just walked in the jeweler and bust down a Patek
Was down to my last, now I'm livin' lavish
Now I do foreigns when I'm out in traffic (Damn)
I swear this sh*t feel like magic (Voilà)
Different colors in the chain (Tada)
I tap the gas, that b*tch, it go (Bye-bye)
Broke b*tches talkin', ain't sayin' (Nada)

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I'm different
I'm in my bag, won't catch no feelings (Nah, nah)
Whatever I rap, lil' b*tch, I'm livin' (I am)
Cartier wrist off the LV wristlet (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I'm gifted
Slim lil' b*tch look just like Jada (Pinkett)
Serve straight looks, but I ain't no waiter (Yeah)
Real pimp sh*t, I keep sh*t player (I do)
That boy an eater, this pus*y gon' cater
Give him right back if he stressin' me
I'm not your b*tch, n*gga, please stop textin' me (Please)
I don't like n*ggas who steady be pressin' me
Ain't got a check, then b*tch, you ain't checkin' me (Huh?)
n*ggas be hatin', these b*tches look jealousy (Yeah)
Been poppin' my sh*t, no, you can't get ahead of me (Not at all)
Keyah the G.O.A.T., lil' b*tch, you could never be
b*tches ain't f*ckin' with me, respectfully