Let Me See Something lyrics

[Intro]
(Low the Great)
(D-Diego)

[Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE & Connie Diiamond]
Yeah
Hold on, wait (Wait)
Show of hands, let me see some' (See some')
Which one of you b*tches tryna be some'? (Yeah, one of you b*tches, tryna—)
Which one you n*ggas tryna squeeze some'?
Yeah
Hold on, wait (Wait)
Hands up, I'm tryna see some' (Ayy)
Run it back, I want smoke, keep the heat comin' (n*gga)
Which one of you b*tches tryna see some'?

[Verse 1: Connie Diiamond]
Yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom
Hold on, tell that n*gga run a paycheck, huh
f*ck him for his credit, run a AMex, ugh
n*ggas on my body, practice sex, yuh
He could never take me to no Sayless
Ayy, look, they not like us, huh (They not likе us)
Rosa Parks, tell that b*tch hit the back of the bus, huh
Yеah, I'm calling they bluff
Said she want smoke, turn that, turn that b*tch into dust
Don Juli', finna act a foolie (Uh)
I ain't Jim but, I'll smack a n*gga out his coofie
Spike Lee, run up on me, turn him to a movie
NLE Choppa on me, make 'em dance like Uzi (Rrah, baow)
[Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE & Connie Diiamond]
Yeah
Hold on, wait (Wait)
Show of hands, let me see some' (See some')
Which one of you b*tches tryna be some'? (Yeah, one of you b*tches, tryna—)
Which one you n*ggas tryna squeeze some'?
Yeah
Hold on, wait (Wait)
Hands up, I'm tryna see some' (Ayy)
Run it back, I want smoke, keep the heat comin' (n*gga)
Which one of you b*tches tryna see some'?

[Verse 2: Connie Diiamond & DUSTY LOCANE]
Yah, look, it's going down, b*tches is weak
When I walk in the show, they can pay me to speak (Pay me to speak)
b*tches be bitter, basic and cheap
While you dissing, I made 100K in a week, like
Look, how you chasing clout but you're rent due? (Chasing clout)
Like, b*tch, I been the one and you been two
Always in somebody business, but your wig loose
What's beef, b*tch, if you ain' t never spin through? (Yuh)
Man, man, these hoes in drought (Drought)
Ass fat, pretty white toes in his mouth
I just get a bag, back to back shows, then I bounce
I'm at the bank, you digging quarters out your couch (Yeah)
Yuh, in bad b*tches we trust
Hating hoes to the back of the, back of the, what?
In bad b*tches we trust
Hating hoes to the back of the, back of the bus
[Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE & Connie Diiamond]
Yeah (Grrt)
Hold on, wait (Wait)
Show of hands, let me see some' (See some')
Which one of you b*tches tryna be some'? (Yeah, one of you b*tches, tryna—)
Which one you n*ggas tryna squeeze some'?
Yeah
Hold on, wait (Wait)
Hands up, I'm tryna see some' (Ayy)
Run it back, I want smoke, keep the heat comin' (n*gga)
Which one of you b*tches tryna see some'?