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Upchurch

Winda Tint

 

Winda Tint


Upchurch
Motherfucker

Pulling up six figures with no tag on the trunk
I'm living like I'm 'posed to, I don't even sell drugs
But I be on the beaches with a group of Georgia peaches
And my pupils looking bigger than my sold-out arenas, ay
Lights, camera, action, stunting in contraptions
My Hellcat lifted, the Duke of Hazard is clapping
Heavyweight fame like I'm dead Phil Jackson
Producers hiding beats so my ass don't jack 'em

Southside stunner, my own top gunner
Always in the shades like I never get sunburned
Yeah I'm with the shit, yeah I'm living what I spit
Yeah I got that pop on the side of all the winda tint
Southside stunner, my own top gunner
Always in the shades like I never get sunburned
Yeah I'm with the shit, yeah I'm living what I spit
Yeah I got that pop on the side of all the winda tint

Let me get a creek squad, put your skins in the yard
Driveway too small for this big boy car
Heard that I was falling off, I couldn't if I tried
Numbers doing millions, whole career staying high
Hell my manager's new car even got red eyes
And that SUVvie drive itself when he breaking down the pines
Hit the seats on recline, cruise control, cloud nine
Catch me getting shuteye when we cross the finish line

Southside stunner, my own top gunner
Always in the shades like I never get sunburned
Yeah I'm with the shit, yeah I'm living what I spit
Yeah I got that pop on the side of all the winda tint
Southside stunner, my own top gunner
Always in the shades like I never get sunburned
Yeah I'm with the shit, yeah I'm living what I spit
Yeah I got that pop on the side of all the winda tint

Backwoods, half hood, stack paper, stack wood
Cash, drugs, all full, my rap mechanics all fuel
River waters diamonds neck got the mud juice
Yelling, "Fuck mainstream" in my guitar pull
Bubba's got the game scared, raps hillbilly, hillbilly
Ratchet bitch, clean but still filthy
Folks still my authentic out here in arm's distance
Still whipping up in your city to show the road y'all bitches

Southside stunner, my own top gunner
Always in the shades like I never get sunburned
Yeah I'm with the shit, yeah I'm living what I spit
Yeah I got that pop on the side of all the winda tint
Southside stunner, my own top gunner
Always in the shades like I never get sunburned
Yeah I'm with the shit, yeah I'm living what I spit
Yeah I got that pop on the side of all the winda tint

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