RaG3 - Window Shoppin Lyrics

That boy ain't gone shoot
He got the ball, we sit the paint
Focused on two types of T's we not the same
If you think you on my level
You just f*cked up in the brain
Had a foursome with a triple-double
Where the f*ck's my ring
I'm the champ in this bitch
When I grow, I'm finna drive a lamb in this bitch
Say he tough
Then why brodie had him scrammin' and shit
You don't gotta lie, we know you a bitch
Only got a band nigga you ain't rich
They don't understand how I do it like this
I make it look easy for real
Don't do pills
Brodie, he gone shoot to kill
Only care about the bills
No bitch don't care bout' how you feel
Only hit you up to get some
Imma' keep it real
Unless the money right
I won't ever sign a record deal
That boy ain't gone shoot
He got the ball, we sit the paint
Focused on two types of T's we not the same
If you think you on my level
You just f*cked up in the brain
Had a foursome with a triple-double
Where the f*ck's my ring
I'm the champ in this bitch
When I grow, I'm finna drive a lamb in this bitch
Say he tough
Then why brodie had him scrammin' and shit
You don't gotta lie, we know you a bitch
Only got a band nigga you ain't rich
They don't understand how I do it like this
I ain' gotta try for nun
You at the mall window shoppin
You ain' buyin' nun
You bitch say that she with her girls
She be lyin, fun
Hope you know she wit me spellin' run
Pull up we make you run, run