Winnin' & Tinted (feat. Young Codeine) Video (MV)

All these racks up in my pocket make a ni**a want go shoppin
If you do it with no hands then I pop a couple bands
Bad bitch walkin through, show me what that booty do
Ni**as hate to see me Winnin, dodgin cops my window Tinted
Wasn't with me at the bottom, f*ckin with me cuz I'm poppin
Take a picture of my crib, show you how I live
Ain't no room for me and you, I just want the green and blue
And artillery got plenty, gone get shot if you offend me
All my life I wanted whips
Dipped in candy, wide like ships
Elbows wired lean and dip
Side to side I feel so blessed
Comin with the best, Michael Jordan to a Steph
Black and white hoes yeah I'm somethin like a ref
Smokin too loud, gonna make a nigga deaf
Hangin with Codeine, Lean-A-Lot affiliate
Hit em with a press, dollar sign on my chest
Gonna make myself the best
H-T-X, I'm the mex
Music banging loud I was raised to be a gift
Pulling all these hoes you can swear I was a pimp
I'm a trophy, give a f*ck about a bitch
Hold my team down, gonna buy me some baguettes
Gonna cop some 'preme with Louis don't forget
Where I came from, gonna make it out this shit
I'm not gone stop it
Ima keep goin
Aderrall got a ni**a still goin
She say that she love me, I was just horny
She bounce on my dick man I swear she a bunny
Pull my K out, case y'all be trippin
Don't f*ck with bitches who be in my business
Comin down Gessner I pick up some chickens
And all of my ni**as gone be out here winnin
All these racks up in my pocket make a ni**a want go shoppin
If you do it with no hands then I pop a couple bands
Bad bitch walkin through, show me what that booty do
Ni**as hate to see me Winnin, dodgin cops my window Tinted
Wasn't with me at the bottom, f*ckin with me cuz I'm poppin
Take a picture of my crib, show you how I live
Ain't no room for me and you, I just want the green and blue
And artillery got plenty, gone get shot if you offend me
Codeine over ice got me stuck in paradise
Why the f*ck you think I always got a double cup of lean
Ain't no stoppin us, and you can't touch my mafia
And if you run up on me I'm gone have to make these choppers sing
They don't understand me
Cuz my car be drippin candy on them fo's
When I'm cruising down these muf*ckin' streets
I'm gone drop the top and all my ni**as remain silent
Patna we don't ever do no small talkin to police
Tell me ni**a why you think I'm flexin all this green
Tell me ni**a independent I don't need a deal
Tell me ni**a who be breaking bread with the real
Tell me ni**a who gone pay my dues and pay my bills
All these racks up in my pocket make a ni**a want go shoppin
If you do it with no hands then I pop a couple bands
Bad bitch walkin through, show me what that booty do
Ni**as hate to see me Winnin, dodgin cops my window Tinted
Wasn't with me at the bottom, f*ckin with me cuz I'm poppin
Take a picture of my crib, show you how I live
Ain't no room for me and you, I just want the green and blue
And artillery got plenty, gone get shot if you offend me