You See It lyrics

[Intro]
(Keez on the track, ooh)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I'm plugged with the green
I got that Glock in my jeans
I got them racks in my jeans
n*gga, this A1 Gelato, this sh*t twenty-three
That b*tch in love with my voice, she got me on repeat
n*gga, this strap, it hold fifty, don't care if you deep
You got your ho rocking Fila, you cheap
She meet a player like me, she gon' cheat
She meet a player like me, I'ma beat
I got two b*tches with me, they some freaks
We f*cked in a foreign, left c*m on the seats
I killed this here track, I left blood on the beat
I am so different, my sh*t is unique
Met a b*tch out of town, her name Unique
Yeah, yeah
Them bullets rain just like they an umbrella
Bought that b*tch lipo, I put her together
Bought that b*tch Fendi, I got her together
She love the kid, so I got her forever
Yeah, yeah, I got them treasures
I pour out the pint and I don't even measure
I fill up a ziploc and don't even weigh up
My plug gave me two bags and told me don't pay him
Treat these b*tches like dragons, you know I'ma slay 'em
I pulled out that 'Rari, I'm makin' a statement
My kids gon' be G 'cause you know I'ma raise 'em
I got that sack, so I'm feeling like Aikman
Call me Harambre, you know I be apeing
I can't control 'em, my n*ggas be taking
Pulled off on a play 'cause I ain't feel like waiting
Pulled off on a b*tch, she was talkin' too much
Get your own sauce, n*ggas copy too much
Gotta drop more, I ain't droppin' enough
Don't hit my line, you ain't coppin' enough
Them n*ggas cool, but ain't f*cking with us
Used to burn loud on the back of the bus
Heard you went broke, but you used to be on
Gotta stack up them racks, what the f*ck is you on, stupid?
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, you see the drip when I'm walking, yeah
You hear the real when I'm talking, yeah
These b*tches love me, they stalking, yeah
Walked on this beat, I was crawling first
I need like 50K for a verse
Eight hundred for this lil' t-shirt
I'ma go swipe her a Louis purse
I love the way that she movin', twerk

[Verse 2]
Had to boost up my status
My b*tch is the baddest, my car is the fastest
Your sh*t the trashest, I don't wanna listen
Had to put all my dawgs and my hoes in position
I must admit this lifestyle is addictive
I done seen money turn good n*ggas wicked
I done seen money turn ugly hoes bad
I done seen money turn childhood friends mad
Walk around with this wad in my motherf*ckin' hands
These n*ggas lil' boys, come talk to the man
These n*ggas telling lies, they be some shams
Go get some hustle, go weigh up some grams
Go get some hustle, go get you a Lam'
Go get some hustle, don't you understand?
My b*tch she red, right now, she got a tan
This 9 open n*ggas up just like a can
Shout out my n*ggas who locked in the can
I do whatever I want 'cause I can
This AP plain as f*ck, this sh*t is bland
Three hundred acres, I purchased some land
I keep it A1, that sh*t in my glands
She keep on beggin' me, she want a chance
She wanna come and unfasten my pants
Tossin' them racks on that ho while she dance
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, you see the drip when I'm walking, yeah
You hear the real when I'm talking, yeah
These b*tches love me, they stalking, yeah
Walked on this beat, I was crawling first
I need like 50K for a verse
Eight hundred for this lil' t-shirt
I'ma go swipe her a Louis purse
I love the way that she movin', twerk