What It Seem
I've been focused on commas
I was balling all summer
Why in the fuck would I chill? Got to keep going dumber
40 right here if a nigga try to run up
I was just trapping from sundown to sunup
Off of this 30 I feel like a geeker
Brodie a demon, that nigga a tweaker
Deeper than rap baby, not a pretender
He thinks he's hot leave him cold like December
Back of the Porsche, couple of members
Did I fuck your bitch? Hard to remember
My brodie a robber yeah he loves to take
Bitch I'm the Fleesta, make something shake
Go get a play put it up on our plates
How you be telling that boy a disgrace
Straight out the K and keep that in a bag
Pressing the issue I know why they mad
Farstar, Flee, and I walk with a pack
Runup on me and he's going to have a blast
Bro up the 30 round, it makes a dirty sound
Then we getting right back to the cash
Ricky Bobby, I ain't coming in last
I've been heavy on the perc's, yeah
I've been heavy on the lean, yeah
Thought some niggas were legit
Everything ain't what it seem, yeah
I got your back all I need is a dot
Fuck with the trap but I rip out the box
Really your gun and your gut all you got
Knowing the gang we're going to fuck up the spot
Don't care if you fam when you're a rat or an opp
Call up the bro it's a switch on his Glock
Some niggas switch but I know who I got
Not with the talking, don't do that a lot
I'm either dead or in jail if I stop
Take it the furthest and Peso's gonna pop
He sent a threat but won't come on the block
That nigga a weenie, yeah he needs to stop
I've been focused on commas
I was balling all summer
Why in the fuck would I chill? Got to keep going dumber
40 right here if a nigga try to run up
I was just trapping from sundown to sunup
Off of this 30 I feel like a geeker
Brodie a demon, that nigga a tweaker
Deeper than rap baby, not a pretender
He thinks he's hot leave him cold like December
Back of the Porsche, couple of members
Did I fuck your bitch? Hard to remember
My brodie a robber yeah he loves to take
Bitch I'm the Fleesta, make something shake
Go get a play put it up on our plates
How you be telling that boy a disgrace
I was balling all summer
Why in the fuck would I chill? Got to keep going dumber
40 right here if a nigga try to run up
I was just trapping from sundown to sunup
Off of this 30 I feel like a geeker
Brodie a demon, that nigga a tweaker
Deeper than rap baby, not a pretender
He thinks he's hot leave him cold like December
Back of the Porsche, couple of members
Did I fuck your bitch? Hard to remember
My brodie a robber yeah he loves to take
Bitch I'm the Fleesta, make something shake
Go get a play put it up on our plates
How you be telling that boy a disgrace
Straight out the K and keep that in a bag
Pressing the issue I know why they mad
Farstar, Flee, and I walk with a pack
Runup on me and he's going to have a blast
Bro up the 30 round, it makes a dirty sound
Then we getting right back to the cash
Ricky Bobby, I ain't coming in last
I've been heavy on the perc's, yeah
I've been heavy on the lean, yeah
Thought some niggas were legit
Everything ain't what it seem, yeah
I got your back all I need is a dot
Fuck with the trap but I rip out the box
Really your gun and your gut all you got
Knowing the gang we're going to fuck up the spot
Don't care if you fam when you're a rat or an opp
Call up the bro it's a switch on his Glock
Some niggas switch but I know who I got
Not with the talking, don't do that a lot
I'm either dead or in jail if I stop
Take it the furthest and Peso's gonna pop
He sent a threat but won't come on the block
That nigga a weenie, yeah he needs to stop
I've been focused on commas
I was balling all summer
Why in the fuck would I chill? Got to keep going dumber
40 right here if a nigga try to run up
I was just trapping from sundown to sunup
Off of this 30 I feel like a geeker
Brodie a demon, that nigga a tweaker
Deeper than rap baby, not a pretender
He thinks he's hot leave him cold like December
Back of the Porsche, couple of members
Did I fuck your bitch? Hard to remember
My brodie a robber yeah he loves to take
Bitch I'm the Fleesta, make something shake
Go get a play put it up on our plates
How you be telling that boy a disgrace
Credits
Writer(s): Nigel Epps
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