Benjamin Grant - Uber (feat. Kali)

Runnin
Runnin
Runnin
Run run run run run
Runnin around tryna get to the bag
Uber the whip sellin weed out the back
Only hit me for a ounce or a half
Break it down in the spot you do the math
Nick dimes dubs even take cash app
I know the bouncer don't stash that
I know the dj gone blast that
Walk in the VIP wit my Woo
I know the stripper gone smell it
Addicted to weed girl I smoke what I'm selling
Packed out the VIP yeah I came with my bredren
My brother can't dance he got in with the weapon
Paying for chicks to finesse the detection
Throw ice in the VIP like we won an election
We don't sit on couches we use them for steppin
Grabbin our balls like they last name was Catchem
Ughhh people be capping walk in they yell action
Pic speak for its self I don't need me no caption
Imma grind till I get me a backend
They ain't hear me till they heard I was rappin
Kuz the flow be ridiculous
Lo's rolly looking like it hit a bus
No more laughing boy I'm quick to buss
Uber shooters tell him lyft him up ughh
Runnin around tryna get to the bag
Uber the whip sellin weed out the back
Only hit me for a ounce or a half
Break it down in the spot you do the math
Nick dimes dubs even take cash app
I know the bouncer don't stash that
I know the dj gone blast that
Walk in the VIP wit my Woo
I ain't got no time for hoes I be in my bag
I be cruising in the Porche had to ditch the jag
They don't wanna see me shine I can tell they mad
Just to piss em off some more imma go and brag
Gold on my neck
Gold on my wrist
I had to hustle hard
Now I'm rich bitch
Haze Purp Kush or Sour I could grant your wish
And all I smoke is loud homie break it down and twist
Ughh
Runnin around tryna get to the bag
Uber the whip sellin weed out the back
Only hit me for a ounce or a half
Break it down in the spot you do the math
Nick dimes dubs even take cash app
I know the bouncer don't stash that
I know the dj gone blast that
Walk in the VIP wit my Woo
Dougo just put a whole car on his wrist
They took our brother I swear life's a bitch
Ride for the gang man I swear I won't switch
I was fucked up had to hit me a lick
Bro gave me a cutie I'm flippin that shit
He don't fuck with weed he be flicking his wrist
Take a few trips had to take a few risks
Take a few trips had to take a few risks
Rapping the truth always feels like I'm tellin
Got this many wins I adapted to failing
Y'all riding the wave you gone die like Magellan
Signing those papers don't think that that's telling
Nigga that's tellin
I was brought up by the code man my family some felons
My momma still hate that I'm sellin
She told me she praying and always keep bailing I'm gone
Ughh
Runnin around tryna get to the
Uber the whip sellin weed out the
Only hit me for a ounce or a
Break it down in the spot you do the
Nick dimes dubs even take
I know the bouncer don't
I know the dj gone
Walk in the VIP wit my Woo
Walk in the VIP wit my Woo
Walk in the VIP wit my Woo
Yeah
I know the strippers gone smell it addicted to weed girl I smoke what I'm sellin
Ughh

Written by:
Gregory Cambry

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