Before U See Me
Who that? Who that?
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
I'm doing this one for the single ladies & the G's
Skating them twenty-threes
Blowing weed or riding D's
Or sliding on them gliding Spree's
Rimmed up & tinted up
Can't see who's in that Chevy, fucker
A pimp's cup a pimp's must
And we sipping syrup, sucker
Pops had a Chevy Impala
And chopped the top on his truck
Shit, dropped it so low
Swear if we hit a bump we would get fucked
I'm grippin' grain
Damn near got a splinter in my hand
Bending corners, banging UGK
I'm riding dirty man
Got plenty dirty money
Wrapped up in them rubber bands
I'm repping for the struggle of us hustlers
Here & other lands
This the only brother that can
Still kill the track and sound Southern man
And yet, and still rep for Dallas
Will bet a thousand
You can't beat me in a domino hand
Shouts out to kinfolk in the pen
Once you get out we gone blow it in the wind
Sip cold Hypno, mix it with the Hen
Ball the fuck out, then do it all again
That's how it is, when you're riding in my city
And often here's what you'll hear
If you're posted riding with me
Who that? Who that?
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Who that? Who that?
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Spell my name right
B-Dash-E-A-Z-Y, kiss no ass
Ashy to classy so fast
I'll pop up in your hood with no pass
And get head from the girls with no ass
A hustler is what I'm know as
I won't stop like Diddy, need more cash
Still claim to Roc-A-Fella like Dame Dash
Dallas is where I was raised at
Catch me on I thirty-five, laid back
Or in PT's spending them paper stacks
I'm a major cat, here to save this rap game
Cause y'all cats steady rapping lame
Jack your man's flow and say it ain't the same
Take notes on how I spit these flames
Rip shit and mix it with Southern slang
Kids, I'm giving you game
It's simple pimping, I've trained
Went from having holes in Black Tops
To top of this rap game
I still want the rims that don't listen
Check your reflection as they glisten
Stop at the light and they're steady spinning
Like your neck when I'm next to you pimping
Get looks from old people
When my bass shake their pacemaker
Your shit ain't hitting
If your speakers about as thin as paper
You're riding factory
And boy that there just hacks at me
I don't care if your engine broke
Just go to the store
And say you want yours bad as B's
Who that? Who that?
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Who that? Who that?
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
I'm doing this one for the single ladies & the G's
Skating them twenty-threes
Blowing weed or riding D's
Or sliding on them gliding Spree's
Rimmed up & tinted up
Can't see who's in that Chevy, fucker
A pimp's cup a pimp's must
And we sipping syrup, sucker
Pops had a Chevy Impala
And chopped the top on his truck
Shit, dropped it so low
Swear if we hit a bump we would get fucked
I'm grippin' grain
Damn near got a splinter in my hand
Bending corners, banging UGK
I'm riding dirty man
Got plenty dirty money
Wrapped up in them rubber bands
I'm repping for the struggle of us hustlers
Here & other lands
This the only brother that can
Still kill the track and sound Southern man
And yet, and still rep for Dallas
Will bet a thousand
You can't beat me in a domino hand
Shouts out to kinfolk in the pen
Once you get out we gone blow it in the wind
Sip cold Hypno, mix it with the Hen
Ball the fuck out, then do it all again
That's how it is, when you're riding in my city
And often here's what you'll hear
If you're posted riding with me
Who that? Who that?
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Who that? Who that?
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Spell my name right
B-Dash-E-A-Z-Y, kiss no ass
Ashy to classy so fast
I'll pop up in your hood with no pass
And get head from the girls with no ass
A hustler is what I'm know as
I won't stop like Diddy, need more cash
Still claim to Roc-A-Fella like Dame Dash
Dallas is where I was raised at
Catch me on I thirty-five, laid back
Or in PT's spending them paper stacks
I'm a major cat, here to save this rap game
Cause y'all cats steady rapping lame
Jack your man's flow and say it ain't the same
Take notes on how I spit these flames
Rip shit and mix it with Southern slang
Kids, I'm giving you game
It's simple pimping, I've trained
Went from having holes in Black Tops
To top of this rap game
I still want the rims that don't listen
Check your reflection as they glisten
Stop at the light and they're steady spinning
Like your neck when I'm next to you pimping
Get looks from old people
When my bass shake their pacemaker
Your shit ain't hitting
If your speakers about as thin as paper
You're riding factory
And boy that there just hacks at me
I don't care if your engine broke
Just go to the store
And say you want yours bad as B's
Who that? Who that?
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Who that? Who that?
Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that
Smoking, ride smelling like skunk
Just know that
Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
Dallas, TX (left, right)
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Writer(s): Brenton Barge
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