Rough, ruggadale, Self
Union, Coke Boy, Montana
Uh
Walk around with the pound strapped in my waist
Just in case I gotta murk somethin′
Ride around in the black Bent' with the top down
Hold on, I think I heard somethin′ (Uptown)
Home of the original gun clappin'
Pull my chain out, stop traffic, fuck plastic
Straight cash, grind like brake pads
Tryna eat like my ahki when they break fast (Ramadan)
Got my clip full, but my mind missin'
Montana scramble with the rock like Rod Strickland
Flag you, slow down like a referee
Coke Boy, city locked, know we got the recipe
Gotta bring it all in, then we move it
I be ridin′ ′round town bumpin' Self and the Union
Uptown
Home of the original gun clappin′
Uptown
Home of the original gun clappin'
Uptown
Home of the original gun clappin′
Uptown
Home of the original gun clappin'
Uptown
Home of the original gun clappin′
Uptown
Home of the original gun clappin'
Uptown
Home of the original gun clappin'
Uptown
Home of the original gun clappin′
Zebra was a murderer, rude boy, a wanksta
Caught one in his hat ′cause I'm
You rollin′ or you not? Get left from who you're free
You′re rockin' with that Coke Boy, nigga, Chinx D
Niggas want my head, so I bulletproofed the Jeep
Stylin′ on your bitch, twelve-fifty for the fee
Got you suicidal, gun clap make your back do a super spiral
Started from the block, now I'm goin' viral
All-white Panamera in the rain, it′s a shame how I′m handlin' the game
Smoke ′em on camera, back and forth
With that work, I'm a born scrambler
Bullets hit your chest like lung cancer
Come stuntin′ with that wrong grammar
And get blasted by Chinx D and Montana
Writer(s): Jason Mcarthur, Dwayne Carter, Bernard James Freeman, Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Billy Joel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
