Sho-Pyn - Ubers & Manuevers
Just ubers and maneuvers
Staring outta window
And im plotting on the future
No phone call
Dropbox from a producer
And im bout to tear the booth up
Sho the people what i do suh
Just ubers and maneuvers
Staring outta window
And im plotting on the future
One phone call
Send guap to all my shooters
And they bout to come and do ya
The road giveth the road taketh
I know niggas who wrote statements
On closed cases, ghost faces
Go figure, broke niggas who don't know
Laugh and joke wit niggas
Its sad they so basic
My flow greatness
Provokes hating
From those that know Satan
Rose from the basement
And all points adjacent
Code don't break it, Lord knows
Whos in the throws waiting
For a crack in your foundation
Look what im soundscaping
Thinkn cat in a mask
You found Jason
What im making is groundbreaking
Yeah, the grounds shaking
The towns' taken a minute to come get wit it
Like John Legend and Rick
This is magnificent
Mad wicked shit
Too much swag to ad lib this shit
I don't even brag bout spittin sick
That's the difference kid
And my pimpin iz vivid
Now that you mention it
The high side of my mind
It's time you venture in
Just ubers and maneuvers
Staring outta window
And im plotting on the future
No phone call
Dropbox from a producer
And im bout to tear the booth up
Sho these niggas wat I do sa'
Just ubers and maneuvers
Staring outta window
And im plotting on the future
One phone call
Send guap to all my shooters
And they bout to come and do ya
Heard pity cost a pretty penny
Sippin henny
Entertainin' a bitch too friendly
Cud get you ended
I don't recommend it
Especially when you ascended
To a level above niggas
Its better to dub niggas
Drug dealers
Is different than plug niggas
Ona need to know basis
Issa privilege to fuck wit us
Trust niggas
Nah, I aint really tryna touch niggas
I'm a one of one nigga
And I'm liable to snuff niggas
Just ubers and maneuvers
Staring outta window
Wen I'm plotting on the future
No phone call
Dropbox from a producer
And I'm bout to tear the booth up
Just ubers and maneuvers
Staring outta window
And I'm plotting on the future
One phone call
Send guap to all my shooters
And they bout to come and do ya
Written by:
Gregory Hunter
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