I See

I can't go and talk to dyl I go and kick it wit his pops
I be knowing what I am so I can't trip off what I'm not
Type to let my nuts hang it's nun but horses on my boxers
Even though that crime pay they know we not gang

I can pullup round my granny way feel safe I'm out for real
Only niggas that can say they had me shook is prolly twelve
And Of course we got the smoke but for that tv call up nedd
Wanna praise my hood but niggas out here shiesty out for bread
In the club I'm like Denzel I gotta leave wit somethin
Once I strike I'm outta dodge cause I can't lead you on
Hang wit vultures why you asking what they reaching for
Just one call I get that glocky up on speaker phone

She my new favorite if I let you count it up tell me what would you do baby
I look at the calendar I see I'm goin too crazy
We gone do the challenger I reach out I got new pape
She my new favorite if I let you count it up tell me what would you do baby
I look at the calendar I see I'm goin too crazy
We gone do the challenger I reach out I got new pape



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Barrett
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