He Be Out (Freestyle)
I light me a wood
Blow out the smoke
I'm feeling good
I cough and choke
my weed so loud
Got everyone shook
Mind in the clouds
I'm feeling hooked
People talk shit
But that's how they look
She stole my heart
So I call her a crook
I talk about dreams
Everyone books
Ig it's just me
Don't care how it looks
I slide in the whip
You jump in the car
We smoke a zip
We fly to the stars
We kiss and I hit
Then we talk about scars
Funny how
We still grew apart
So when I'm alone
I hit it hard
I let go the past
Just to restart
I keep to myself
So I can recharge
I don't ask for help
Cause i know how they are...
Yeah yeah,
We know how they are...
So I handle my business
Gunning for millions
Niggahs be finished
Acting so kiddish
I'm really in it
I gotta get it
I know you feel this
Cause I'm getting chilly
He be out wildin
He be out grindin
He be out shinin
He be out glidin
He be out writin
He be out timin (Yeah yeah,)
He be so fucking stylish
I light me a wood
Blow out the smoke
I'm feeling good
I cough and choke
my weed so loud
Got everyone shook
Mind in the clouds
I'm feeling hooked
People talk shit
But that's how they look
She stole my heart
So I call her a crook
I talk about dreams
Everyone books
Ig it's just me
Don't care how it looks...
Blow out the smoke
I'm feeling good
I cough and choke
my weed so loud
Got everyone shook
Mind in the clouds
I'm feeling hooked
People talk shit
But that's how they look
She stole my heart
So I call her a crook
I talk about dreams
Everyone books
Ig it's just me
Don't care how it looks
I slide in the whip
You jump in the car
We smoke a zip
We fly to the stars
We kiss and I hit
Then we talk about scars
Funny how
We still grew apart
So when I'm alone
I hit it hard
I let go the past
Just to restart
I keep to myself
So I can recharge
I don't ask for help
Cause i know how they are...
Yeah yeah,
We know how they are...
So I handle my business
Gunning for millions
Niggahs be finished
Acting so kiddish
I'm really in it
I gotta get it
I know you feel this
Cause I'm getting chilly
He be out wildin
He be out grindin
He be out shinin
He be out glidin
He be out writin
He be out timin (Yeah yeah,)
He be so fucking stylish
I light me a wood
Blow out the smoke
I'm feeling good
I cough and choke
my weed so loud
Got everyone shook
Mind in the clouds
I'm feeling hooked
People talk shit
But that's how they look
She stole my heart
So I call her a crook
I talk about dreams
Everyone books
Ig it's just me
Don't care how it looks...
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Chavez
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