CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Freestyle
(Michigan Meech)
I don't know what's going on
I think I got all faith (?)
I can't trust nobody you can see it in my face
So much lean in this cup, I just drink it for the taste
I wear drip-down shorts, ion give an f about my face
n***a you a nobody, what you say it don't matter
She spend time with me then go to you right after
I'm doing 120, about to go a lot faster
I know she a teacher but she built like a dancer
at late nights I be running red lights
It came out gold but this a tech red pint
If she was broke b*t*h, I'd never ever pipe
If she was broke b*t*h, sh*t, she never be my type
There's levels to this sh*t and now my lifestyle different
Showing no clothes when she cleaning in the kitchen
I dare you not to duck when that chopper started kissing
Pocket full of neighborhood blues low trippin'
We'll hang you by the neck just for calling me a name
Same guns from the video hit you broad-day
That n***a wanted attention too bad, he looked lame
So many pairs of Amiri's, I can give that sh*t away
She was just on my d**k, next day she with her dude
If I told you what she told me, you'd say I'm being rude
Do a n***a real bad, I'm tryna see him on the news
I can't make it rain water of these 762s
I be running through Diors like they Air Force 1s
You ain't really sh*t but a first-class bum
If you look at my chest I got [?] lungs
I'm about to buy her condo and bring her to the [?]
n***a supposed to be mans but he acting like a fan
Amari shopping every week, each pair cost a band
I'd never thought I'd have a b*t*h who'd be worried about her tits
Sippin on [?] with my feet in the sand
[Outro]
I don't know what's going on
I think I got all faith (?)
I can't trust nobody you can see it in my face
So much lean in this cup, I just drink it for the taste
I wear drip-down shorts, ion give an f about my face
n***a you a nobody, what you say it don't matter
She spend time with me then go to you right after
I'm doing 120, about to go a lot faster
I know she a teacher but she built like a dancer
at late nights I be running red lights
It came out gold but this a tech red pint
If she was broke b*t*h, I'd never ever pipe
If she was broke b*t*h, sh*t, she never be my type
There's levels to this sh*t and now my lifestyle different
Showing no clothes when she cleaning in the kitchen
I dare you not to duck when that chopper started kissing
Pocket full of neighborhood blues low trippin'
We'll hang you by the neck just for calling me a name
Same guns from the video hit you broad-day
That n***a wanted attention too bad, he looked lame
So many pairs of Amiri's, I can give that sh*t away
She was just on my d**k, next day she with her dude
If I told you what she told me, you'd say I'm being rude
Do a n***a real bad, I'm tryna see him on the news
I can't make it rain water of these 762s
I be running through Diors like they Air Force 1s
You ain't really sh*t but a first-class bum
If you look at my chest I got [?] lungs
I'm about to buy her condo and bring her to the [?]
n***a supposed to be mans but he acting like a fan
Amari shopping every week, each pair cost a band
I'd never thought I'd have a b*t*h who'd be worried about her tits
Sippin on [?] with my feet in the sand
[Outro]
