French Montana and Chinx - Uptown
Walk around with the poundStrapped to my waist
Just in case I gotta merk something
Ride around in the black benz
With the top down
Hold on I think I heard something
(Uptown!) Homie the original gun clappers
Pull my chain out stop traffic, fuck plastic
Straight cash grind like a brake pad
Trying to eat like my I
Key when they brake fast, (Ramadan)
Got my clip full but my mind missing
Montana scramble with the rock
Like Rod Strickland
Flag will slow you down like a referee
Coke boys, city locked know we got the recipe
Gotta bring it all in then we move it
I be riding round town bumping
Self in the union
Uptown! Homie the original gun clappers
Never was a murderer, rude bwoy wanksta
Caught one in his hat cause he
Thought he was a gangsta
You rolling or you not get
Left from who defeat
You rocking with that coke boys nigga Chinx D
Niggas want my head so I bulletproof the jeep
Styling on your bitch 12 50 for
The feature got you suicidal
Gun clap make yo back do a super spiral
Started from the block now I'm going viral
All white panamera in the range
It's a shame how I'm handling 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
Written by:
Billy Joel, Aubrey Drake Graham, Dwayne Carter, Bernard James Freeman, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Jason McArthur, Jeremy McArthur
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