See Thru lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Look

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby girl love my bop, and I'm like, me too
No room for my top, and my babe see thru
Hatin' on the pen, don't stop, sh*t ain't gone feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?
Baby girl love my bop and I'm like, me too
No room for my top and my babe see thru
Hatin' on the pen, don't stop, sh*t ain't gone feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?

[Chorus]
Big flex, my swole up
Double cup and I'm PO'ed up
n*ggas hatin' like hol' up
What's the problem? I'm PO'ed up
Big flex, my swole up
Hard body, they fold up
Shawty say I done gloat up
Double textin' my phone up

[Verse]
f*ck with your boy, I'm the man of the year
I'm not a fan of your peers (No way)
Serve 'em a fate, I'ma hand 'em the shears
He not the man he appеars (No way)
Heart of a lion, I'm tramplin' fears
I love thе man in the mirror (Big facts)
Cry me a river, then stand in the tears
You better stand in the clear
I'm goin' crazy, n*ggas for gazy
How are they ever gone f*ck with the kid?
Put it on baby, you do not phase me
Boy, I do not give a f*ck what you did
Eatin' that kiddy she stuck to my rear
How can I trust him? He f*cked with the pigs
Bro got a Glock and a couple of cigs
He thinkin' 'bout splitting a couple of wigs
Shawty my DNA all real, n*gga
Sweatsuit all Hilfiger
And I ain't even gotta deal wit 'ya
If I ain't ever split a beer with 'ya
I got Hennessy and Horchata (Uh-huh)
Baby girl wearing nada (Yeah)
Ass growing from her side-a (Uh-huh)
Back grove and its Prada (Facts)
Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup)
Grandaddy by the Ziploc
Flex season, I've been road runnin'
I'm stayin' all up on my tip-top
Young man with an old mind
So I ain't worried 'bout slight sh*t
I'll be up until sunrise
Or stayin' out on my night shift
I got a bottle of bourbon, a bundle of hundreds, I'm jiggy, I'm flexin' a bit
Figured I'd hit it and quit it, I'm busy
I ain't got the minutes for textin' that b*tch
Came from the gutter with me and my brother
I'm movin' my mother right outta the city
b*tch, I'm a star, and they know I go hard, so I'm kissing them babies, and signin' them titties
Gold blingin' like Chingo (Ay!)
Rockstar-like Ringo (Ay!)
Checks comin' in, back to back I'ma line 'em up like bingo (Cha-ching)
Oh, I think that they like me (Yep)
They be all in my woodtip
Not a stain on my white tee
I'm poppin' all of this good sh*t
[Pre-Chorus]
Big flex, my swole up
Double cup and I'm PO'ed up
n*ggas hatin' like hol' up
What's the problem? I'm PO'ed up
Big flex, my swole up
Hard body, they fold up
Shawty say I done gloat up
Double textin' my phone up

[Chorus]
Baby girl love my bop, and I'm like, me too
No room for my top, and my babe see thru
Hatin' on the pen, don't stop, sh*t ain't gone feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?
Baby girl love my bop and I'm like, me too
No room for my top and my babe see thru
Hatin' on the pen, don't stop, sh*t ain't gone feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?