Cee World
I hear you cooking' up Cee
I can paint the picture for them
But they still can't fit the frame nigga
Gas blowing high octane nigga
Sideline stepping, wait hold up
Still can't be your main nigga
They tried to see if I done changed
Ain't nothing changed – nigga
Who you think you gassing 'cus you ain't
Yea I see them diamonds but they fake
I keep my grass cut just for you snakes
They try to kick it with us but they can't
So I – what the fuck you think
Hall of Fame drop stepper driving to the paint
On the other hand I'm ambidex
And driving to the bank
Hertz double charging rental smell like dank
Niggas talk about us but that's really hate
Turbotax with this shit like what you claiming
Ain't no more be safe just keep it dangerous
My lady giving brain until she brainless
Houston mind state I'm going down swangin'
That boy just snuck your man's
They said you cool with it
She said she ain't no slide
And yet she proving it
When you get the bag
Know what to do with it
'Cus it's a lot of fu shit going
Don't get me confused with it
I'm only here because they paid a nigga that's it
If you the homie, you related nigga that's it
When you get the bag know what to do with it
'Cus it's a lot of fu shit going
Don't get me confused with it
How you gon' be the boss
And can't afford it now whoa
All that drip it just got watered down
I'm like McDonald's
Every day I got a quarter pound
And it keep me high above the circus
To avoid the clowns gotta get it
If you see me riding round
Then I'm riding with it
Left residue in Honda Civics
Yea I probably did it
LLC the cost of living
Better mind your business
These niggas salty
They got hypertension
Damn – fuck the stats
My latest shit like Deion Sanders
Run it back
Niggas pull up to your shit
Like "Fuck is that"
That shit a pack
Convert your girl to CNL that's where it's at
That boy just snuck your man's
They said you cool with it
She said she ain't no slide
And yet she proving it
When you get the bag
Know what to do with it
'Cus it's a lot of fu shit going
Don't get me confused with it
I'm only here because they paid a nigga that's it
If you the homie, you related nigga that's it
When you get the bag know what to do with it
'Cus it's a lot of fu shit going
Don't get me confused with it
Yea - yea
CxB baby
I can paint the picture for them
But they still can't fit the frame nigga
Gas blowing high octane nigga
Sideline stepping, wait hold up
Still can't be your main nigga
They tried to see if I done changed
Ain't nothing changed – nigga
Who you think you gassing 'cus you ain't
Yea I see them diamonds but they fake
I keep my grass cut just for you snakes
They try to kick it with us but they can't
So I – what the fuck you think
Hall of Fame drop stepper driving to the paint
On the other hand I'm ambidex
And driving to the bank
Hertz double charging rental smell like dank
Niggas talk about us but that's really hate
Turbotax with this shit like what you claiming
Ain't no more be safe just keep it dangerous
My lady giving brain until she brainless
Houston mind state I'm going down swangin'
That boy just snuck your man's
They said you cool with it
She said she ain't no slide
And yet she proving it
When you get the bag
Know what to do with it
'Cus it's a lot of fu shit going
Don't get me confused with it
I'm only here because they paid a nigga that's it
If you the homie, you related nigga that's it
When you get the bag know what to do with it
'Cus it's a lot of fu shit going
Don't get me confused with it
How you gon' be the boss
And can't afford it now whoa
All that drip it just got watered down
I'm like McDonald's
Every day I got a quarter pound
And it keep me high above the circus
To avoid the clowns gotta get it
If you see me riding round
Then I'm riding with it
Left residue in Honda Civics
Yea I probably did it
LLC the cost of living
Better mind your business
These niggas salty
They got hypertension
Damn – fuck the stats
My latest shit like Deion Sanders
Run it back
Niggas pull up to your shit
Like "Fuck is that"
That shit a pack
Convert your girl to CNL that's where it's at
That boy just snuck your man's
They said you cool with it
She said she ain't no slide
And yet she proving it
When you get the bag
Know what to do with it
'Cus it's a lot of fu shit going
Don't get me confused with it
I'm only here because they paid a nigga that's it
If you the homie, you related nigga that's it
When you get the bag know what to do with it
'Cus it's a lot of fu shit going
Don't get me confused with it
Yea - yea
CxB baby
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Writer(s): C.k. Brooks Ii
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