See Me
ssgkobe
GENRE [Intro]
Hellworld
Ha, ha-rah
[Verse]
I'm smokin' on 3D, lil' nigga
So high, you can't see me, lil' nigga
I'm smokin' on gas, yeah, I be so high
I quit the lean, [?] keep me dry
I keep the G2 on me, that's right
I just poured a deuce and you know I'm tired
I just poured a deuce in my Brisk tea
And my ho wise just like Whitney
Remember when clothes wouldn't fit me
Hop in the whip, get high with me
You just nice, ho, slide with me
Raisin' the ham' and I feel like Sosa
Gettin' to this money like a poster
Off the candy paint, not talkin' 'bout poster
You know I'm with thirty niggas
Baby, you know all my buddies, lil' nigga
Tryna get money and get to the figures
I can never show love to these niggas
Perfect two, man, we do get the picture
I'm smokin' on gas, swear we know paradise-a
Swear that I love you, baby girl, ah-ha
I'm flexin' on niggas, nigga feel like Popeye
I'm livin' my best life, can't fuck with you
My diamonds wetter than a damn swimmin' pool
You don't fuck with me? Ha, okay, cool
Makin' me seem like I'm a fool
Tryna sell out shows at the Staples
Pourin' up syrup, this not maple
Shoutout to [?], yeah, she [?]
I turn her around and she tasteful
I'm runnin' the show like andele
I'm wearin' my G-Star pants today
I'm off of the Roxy's today
I need my bag, yeah, today
I'm a lil' king, yeah, today
I am the man, yeah, okay, yeah
[Outro]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah (Blatt, blatt)
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Hellworld
Ha, ha-rah
[Verse]
I'm smokin' on 3D, lil' nigga
So high, you can't see me, lil' nigga
I'm smokin' on gas, yeah, I be so high
I quit the lean, [?] keep me dry
I keep the G2 on me, that's right
I just poured a deuce and you know I'm tired
I just poured a deuce in my Brisk tea
And my ho wise just like Whitney
Remember when clothes wouldn't fit me
Hop in the whip, get high with me
You just nice, ho, slide with me
Raisin' the ham' and I feel like Sosa
Gettin' to this money like a poster
Off the candy paint, not talkin' 'bout poster
You know I'm with thirty niggas
Baby, you know all my buddies, lil' nigga
Tryna get money and get to the figures
I can never show love to these niggas
Perfect two, man, we do get the picture
I'm smokin' on gas, swear we know paradise-a
Swear that I love you, baby girl, ah-ha
I'm flexin' on niggas, nigga feel like Popeye
I'm livin' my best life, can't fuck with you
My diamonds wetter than a damn swimmin' pool
You don't fuck with me? Ha, okay, cool
Makin' me seem like I'm a fool
Tryna sell out shows at the Staples
Pourin' up syrup, this not maple
Shoutout to [?], yeah, she [?]
I turn her around and she tasteful
I'm runnin' the show like andele
I'm wearin' my G-Star pants today
I'm off of the Roxy's today
I need my bag, yeah, today
I'm a lil' king, yeah, today
I am the man, yeah, okay, yeah
[Outro]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah (Blatt, blatt)
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
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