Windows Up Molly Santana

[Intro]
Woah, woah
Woah

[Chorus]
They turnin' on me
Droppin' them bags, I'm doin' my deeds (Yeah, yeah)
Five hunnid a V, 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 short
Ever since I was born been wavy like Port (Been wavy like)
Head straight to the store, I'm ballin', no court, I do it for 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 can get lit (Woah)

[Verse]
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 tail, 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)