see you around
Flow feelin' like I ain't had to move a limb yet
Boy I do it so easy and the E for effortless
One ring on my pinky, keep my ego in check
Feel like Trevor Ariza when I'm on to the next
I wish you the best
Gotta keep it player, can't be playin' on the bench
Man, it is what it is
Yeah I live how I live
I just get around like some litter in the wind
You can call me Ben 10 'cause I been on ten, when
I ain't have a penny just to pinch, barely had a inch
But now I'm on Wilt Chamberlain
This ain't for the gram
This is for the Win
Pullin' up on yo friend and her friend, for a little while
She hop out, hop in
We just kiddin' 'round
No pain, no scars
No we don't get involved
Playboy, turn her on and turn her feelings off
I just blew her ceiling off
She ain't never came across a nigga she can say a boss
And tip her while he pay the cost
It's different
How I'm livin'
True religion
See the vision
You be missin'
Don't be winnin'
Time zone
Switchin' up, yeah I'm gone
My phone, you hit up
Hear dial tone
No answer, no banter that's cancer
I don't need all that on my mental
You can be my shorty when I feel I need a vibe
Uh
And I can be yo nigga if just want me to slide
You know the vibe
Lit baby imma slide
So tell me what you need
We both want a good time, so baby at ease
I don't play magician, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
Really transparent, you gettin' just what you see
Baby I don't know no nigga keep it G like me
Have you on a paper trail like t.i.p.
You a p.y.t.
With a v.i.p.
Have you on the highest level but remain low-key
I'm the same og, since the same old me
Rockin' Evisu, Bape second grade '03
Nothin' changed on me but niggas changed on me
I could be tryna get revenge but it ain't so deep
I be coolin'
Thinkin' 'bout what I need to be doin'
Like cookin' up a million while the family pot brewing
I'm moving', I'm boolin'
She coolin', I love it
Your boo went to you said she love you, she doesn't
I ain't got time to explain what I'm talking 'bout
Basically I pulled up with the game, she was ballin' out
Court-side seats for her friends, they some hecklers
But don't tweak and tell 'em I'm your man, they be extra
We don't need more hands to grab one dollar
But if you wanna throw hands, lil baby I'll holla
Two fingers up, cock my wrist to the side
Crank the whip lil baby, imma slide
I'll see you around
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll see you around
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'll see you around
Boy I do it so easy and the E for effortless
One ring on my pinky, keep my ego in check
Feel like Trevor Ariza when I'm on to the next
I wish you the best
Gotta keep it player, can't be playin' on the bench
Man, it is what it is
Yeah I live how I live
I just get around like some litter in the wind
You can call me Ben 10 'cause I been on ten, when
I ain't have a penny just to pinch, barely had a inch
But now I'm on Wilt Chamberlain
This ain't for the gram
This is for the Win
Pullin' up on yo friend and her friend, for a little while
She hop out, hop in
We just kiddin' 'round
No pain, no scars
No we don't get involved
Playboy, turn her on and turn her feelings off
I just blew her ceiling off
She ain't never came across a nigga she can say a boss
And tip her while he pay the cost
It's different
How I'm livin'
True religion
See the vision
You be missin'
Don't be winnin'
Time zone
Switchin' up, yeah I'm gone
My phone, you hit up
Hear dial tone
No answer, no banter that's cancer
I don't need all that on my mental
You can be my shorty when I feel I need a vibe
Uh
And I can be yo nigga if just want me to slide
You know the vibe
Lit baby imma slide
So tell me what you need
We both want a good time, so baby at ease
I don't play magician, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
Really transparent, you gettin' just what you see
Baby I don't know no nigga keep it G like me
Have you on a paper trail like t.i.p.
You a p.y.t.
With a v.i.p.
Have you on the highest level but remain low-key
I'm the same og, since the same old me
Rockin' Evisu, Bape second grade '03
Nothin' changed on me but niggas changed on me
I could be tryna get revenge but it ain't so deep
I be coolin'
Thinkin' 'bout what I need to be doin'
Like cookin' up a million while the family pot brewing
I'm moving', I'm boolin'
She coolin', I love it
Your boo went to you said she love you, she doesn't
I ain't got time to explain what I'm talking 'bout
Basically I pulled up with the game, she was ballin' out
Court-side seats for her friends, they some hecklers
But don't tweak and tell 'em I'm your man, they be extra
We don't need more hands to grab one dollar
But if you wanna throw hands, lil baby I'll holla
Two fingers up, cock my wrist to the side
Crank the whip lil baby, imma slide
I'll see you around
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll see you around
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'll see you around
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Writer(s): Coby Myles
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