Windows Up
Woah, woah
Woah
They turnin' on me
Droppin' them bags, I'm doin' my deeds (Yeah, yeah)
Five hunnid a P
You stay on my trail, you get wacked like some weeds (Uh, uh)
100k for the feat
But it's no guarantee that I hop on the beat (Hop on the beat)
You can't sell me no dream
I've been juggin', finessin' since I was a teen (Yeah)
Can't sell me shit
Ever since I was born been wavy like Port (Been wavy like)
Hit straight to the store
I'm ballin', no court, I do it, no sports (Woah)
Been gettin' it in, scorin' them wins, freein' my sins (Yeah)
It don't get deeper than this
He sendin' a diss, he could get lit (Woah)
So I say it like this, you can never, ever hit this lick (Woah)
You could never, ever, be this bitch
But certainly, you could be my kid (My kid)
Run on my trail, baby, you might trip
Stealing my sound, baby, you get skipped
I ain't no flop, baby, you get flipped
Foldin' like paper, yeah, you get ripped (Ripped)
Ridin' in a big black truck, got all my windows up (Woah)
Ain't tryna' see no one, I try blow the speakers up (Woah)
Ain't tryna' be your crush
Don't call me when you need someone (Woah)
They stuck on the bleachers
I tell that bitch "Go be someone" (Be someone)
They turnin' on me
Droppin' them bags, I'm doin' my deeds (Yeah, yeah)
Five hunnid a P
Stay on my trail, you get wacked like some weeds (Uh, uh)
100k for the feat
But it's no guarantee that I hop on the beat (Hop on the beat)
You can't sell me no dream
I've been jugging, finessin' since I was a teen (Yeah)
Can't sell me shit (Woah)
Ever since I was born been wavy like Port
Hit straight to the store
I'm ballin', no court, I do it, no sports (Woah)
Been gettin' it in, scorin' them wins, freein' my sins (Yeah)
It don't get deeper than this
He sendin' a diss, he could get lit (Woah)
Ridin' in a big black truck, got all my windows up (Woah)
Ain't tryna' see no one, I try blow the speakers up (Woah)
Ain't tryna' be your crush, don't call me when you need someone (Woah)
They stuck on the bleachers
I tell that bitch "Go be someone" (Be someone)
They turnin' on me
I'm doin' my deeds
Hop on the beat
Can't sell me no dream
Since I was a teen
Woah
They turnin' on me
Droppin' them bags, I'm doin' my deeds (Yeah, yeah)
Five hunnid a P
You stay on my trail, you get wacked like some weeds (Uh, uh)
100k for the feat
But it's no guarantee that I hop on the beat (Hop on the beat)
You can't sell me no dream
I've been juggin', finessin' since I was a teen (Yeah)
Can't sell me shit
Ever since I was born been wavy like Port (Been wavy like)
Hit straight to the store
I'm ballin', no court, I do it, no sports (Woah)
Been gettin' it in, scorin' them wins, freein' my sins (Yeah)
It don't get deeper than this
He sendin' a diss, he could get lit (Woah)
So I say it like this, you can never, ever hit this lick (Woah)
You could never, ever, be this bitch
But certainly, you could be my kid (My kid)
Run on my trail, baby, you might trip
Stealing my sound, baby, you get skipped
I ain't no flop, baby, you get flipped
Foldin' like paper, yeah, you get ripped (Ripped)
Ridin' in a big black truck, got all my windows up (Woah)
Ain't tryna' see no one, I try blow the speakers up (Woah)
Ain't tryna' be your crush
Don't call me when you need someone (Woah)
They stuck on the bleachers
I tell that bitch "Go be someone" (Be someone)
They turnin' on me
Droppin' them bags, I'm doin' my deeds (Yeah, yeah)
Five hunnid a P
Stay on my trail, you get wacked like some weeds (Uh, uh)
100k for the feat
But it's no guarantee that I hop on the beat (Hop on the beat)
You can't sell me no dream
I've been jugging, finessin' since I was a teen (Yeah)
Can't sell me shit (Woah)
Ever since I was born been wavy like Port
Hit straight to the store
I'm ballin', no court, I do it, no sports (Woah)
Been gettin' it in, scorin' them wins, freein' my sins (Yeah)
It don't get deeper than this
He sendin' a diss, he could get lit (Woah)
Ridin' in a big black truck, got all my windows up (Woah)
Ain't tryna' see no one, I try blow the speakers up (Woah)
Ain't tryna' be your crush, don't call me when you need someone (Woah)
They stuck on the bleachers
I tell that bitch "Go be someone" (Be someone)
They turnin' on me
I'm doin' my deeds
Hop on the beat
Can't sell me no dream
Since I was a teen
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin M Wilson, Dane Macquillan, Molly Santana, Joseph Dagbe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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