Windows
I sit in my car and I look out the window can't make me a victim
You gotta be smart when you're getting ahead they hate when you're winning
Right hand to god ain't running from nothing
Blood in my city they're saying we done it
See accusations but we don't say nothing
No back and forward we see em and rush em
Don't gotta wonder you know that I'm clutching
If I can't get him I get at his cousin
They really stepping like all of a sudden
Niggas be lying and pushing my buttons
I pray to god that I don't gotta get him
I pray to god I don't catch me a victim
I pray to god that I get out the trenches
Niggas be jealous and acting like bitches
I'm doing my Shit trying to get on and take care of my people
I gotta be smart cause In the jungle the niggas delete you
But I been a soldier my mama said don't let them defeat you
I gotta be smart they only around that's cause they need you
I gotta run it up quick gotta go get me a bag now
Don't got no time for a bitch I'm trying to get a some cash now
I ride around with a stick hoping a nigga don't crash out
I ride around with a blick but that boy up then I smash out
Can't tolerate mess most of these bitches be giving me stress stressed out
I ain't trying to argue ain't trying to fuss just give me the neck
She rub on my dick and she get it erect
Hit from the back and she making me sweat
That's all it was no time for the love
Save all of that just stick with the sex
Cause now a days these bad bitches they will set you up they will set you up
And now a days these niggas aiming at the neck and up
So I'll never give my weapon up
And now a days trying to level up
And now a days all I see is green on top of green like a seven up
I gotta run it up quick gotta go get me a bag now
Don't got no time for a bitch I'm trying to get at some cash now
I ride around with a stick hoping a nigga don't crash out
I ride around with a blick hit that boy up then I smash out
Yea whole lot of upsquad business
Like I told y'all earlier I ain't taking no shorts this year
I'm trying to run it up quick
I'm trying to run it up
I'm trying to run it up
I'm trying to run it up
And I gotta keep me a
And I gotta keep me a blick
Yo I gotta keep me a stick
You gotta be smart when you're getting ahead they hate when you're winning
Right hand to god ain't running from nothing
Blood in my city they're saying we done it
See accusations but we don't say nothing
No back and forward we see em and rush em
Don't gotta wonder you know that I'm clutching
If I can't get him I get at his cousin
They really stepping like all of a sudden
Niggas be lying and pushing my buttons
I pray to god that I don't gotta get him
I pray to god I don't catch me a victim
I pray to god that I get out the trenches
Niggas be jealous and acting like bitches
I'm doing my Shit trying to get on and take care of my people
I gotta be smart cause In the jungle the niggas delete you
But I been a soldier my mama said don't let them defeat you
I gotta be smart they only around that's cause they need you
I gotta run it up quick gotta go get me a bag now
Don't got no time for a bitch I'm trying to get a some cash now
I ride around with a stick hoping a nigga don't crash out
I ride around with a blick but that boy up then I smash out
Can't tolerate mess most of these bitches be giving me stress stressed out
I ain't trying to argue ain't trying to fuss just give me the neck
She rub on my dick and she get it erect
Hit from the back and she making me sweat
That's all it was no time for the love
Save all of that just stick with the sex
Cause now a days these bad bitches they will set you up they will set you up
And now a days these niggas aiming at the neck and up
So I'll never give my weapon up
And now a days trying to level up
And now a days all I see is green on top of green like a seven up
I gotta run it up quick gotta go get me a bag now
Don't got no time for a bitch I'm trying to get at some cash now
I ride around with a stick hoping a nigga don't crash out
I ride around with a blick hit that boy up then I smash out
Yea whole lot of upsquad business
Like I told y'all earlier I ain't taking no shorts this year
I'm trying to run it up quick
I'm trying to run it up
I'm trying to run it up
I'm trying to run it up
And I gotta keep me a
And I gotta keep me a blick
Yo I gotta keep me a stick
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Writer(s): Kelvin Payne
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