You See Me
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Boy you see me (Boy you see me)
Boy you see me (Boy you see me)
Boy, boy you see me, yeah
Boy, I know you see me
You can catch me wit' my demons
Cashin' out at Neimans
Man these niggas stealin' swag, tell these pussy niggas, "Keep it"
If a nigga run up on me, I got shooters for that reason
Fuck, I gotta grab my stick, damn, I didn't mean to leave it
I ain't mean to fuck that bitch
I didn't mean to speed down that strip
I ain't mean to blow down that zip
I didn't mean to shoot that shit, yeah
Walk in with that grip
Yeah they look, wanna park my whip
Yeah they look, wanna spark my spliff
I remember when I started this shit
I been flexin' ever since
Boy, hell yeah, man, I was a jit
Stuck in the trap with a grip
Stuck in the trap with a grip
Uh, uh
Yeah, we caught him standin' on the corner
Do this shit legit, hell no, I ain't cuttin' corners
Like bitch, we doin' forty for the quarter
Yeah, but tell them niggas place your order
Like right now, you not a winner, you a former
Yeah, bitch, 1c the new world order
Burberry shorts because it's getting warmer
Uh, uh
Burberry shorts because it's getting warmer
Uh
I ain't mean to fuck that bitch
I didn't mean to speed down that strip
I ain't mean to blow down that zip
I didn't mean to shoot that shit, yeah
Walk in with that grip
Yeah they look, wanna park my whip
Yeah they look, wanna spark my spliff
I remember when I started this shit
Go, go, go, go
Boy you see me (Boy you see me)
Boy you see me (Boy you see me)
Boy, boy you see me, yeah
Boy, I know you see me
You can catch me wit' my demons
Cashin' out at Neimans
Man these niggas stealin' swag, tell these pussy niggas, "Keep it"
If a nigga run up on me, I got shooters for that reason
Fuck, I gotta grab my stick, damn, I didn't mean to leave it
I ain't mean to fuck that bitch
I didn't mean to speed down that strip
I ain't mean to blow down that zip
I didn't mean to shoot that shit, yeah
Walk in with that grip
Yeah they look, wanna park my whip
Yeah they look, wanna spark my spliff
I remember when I started this shit
I been flexin' ever since
Boy, hell yeah, man, I was a jit
Stuck in the trap with a grip
Stuck in the trap with a grip
Uh, uh
Yeah, we caught him standin' on the corner
Do this shit legit, hell no, I ain't cuttin' corners
Like bitch, we doin' forty for the quarter
Yeah, but tell them niggas place your order
Like right now, you not a winner, you a former
Yeah, bitch, 1c the new world order
Burberry shorts because it's getting warmer
Uh, uh
Burberry shorts because it's getting warmer
Uh
I ain't mean to fuck that bitch
I didn't mean to speed down that strip
I ain't mean to blow down that zip
I didn't mean to shoot that shit, yeah
Walk in with that grip
Yeah they look, wanna park my whip
Yeah they look, wanna spark my spliff
I remember when I started this shit
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