Yes, sir
Yes, sir (ayy)
I don't know who real, I don't know who to trust (twenty-two)
'Round this bitch loose, I had to tighten up (ayy, twenty-two)
(Meech)
Yeah, ayy
Shit, I don't know who real, I don't know who to trust
Niggas 'round this bitch loose, I had to tighten up
I'm looking for a real bitch, I think I'm outta luck
I hit the road with that shit, I had to step it up
How I'm here before ten? That's when the van come
You put your all in a ho, I know you feel dumb
You prolly never held a K, don't make me use one
She know her nigga too soft, she need a new one
Getting off on the clerk, I got a cool one
I can't hang with lame niggas that gotta prove something
You cooperating for some money? That ain't cool, dummy
Everyday I wake up thinking 'bout some blue hunnids
You ain't made shit today? Boy, that's a bad day
I remember being down, I had to sell my frames
Now it's buffs in my pocket, that's just pocket change
Just pulled nine 64's, you might not know the slang
I'm really with this shit, nigga, check my résumé
Had to dip out Fayetteville 'cause they learned my face
These niggas really in the way, I'm just in my lane
I been out here being good, please don't make me change
If I say it, it's a go on yo' lil' chain
I gave my son five thousand, he tried to make it rain
That boy two but he ready for the blue flame
He got one but I think he need a new chain
It's a love-hate thing with them Percocets
I fell asleep on my cup, I couldn't drink the rest
Niggas want a verse from me? No, it's a reject
I'm going up everyday, I'm taxing for a track
They know me by my first name when I'm up in Saks
You see 'em in 'em videos 'cause I'm really strapped
They like, "How he get that Cookie?", it's from 'cross the map
Once I let a bullet go it ain't coming back
Niggas pulling petty shit, no, I ain't into that
Putting miles on a rental, tryna make a check
I ain't never been a thief but I do the theft
This Alexander McQueen, you ain't seen it yet
If I told you that I got you, you won't ever need
Take a nigga out the game if he out his league
Certain niggas got a gun but they won't ever squeeze
I fell in love with the red, I can drink it clean
I had gave a bitch my heart, she threw it in the street
I heard dawg got the 'bows but his weed was weak
You spent yo last on a bitch just to touch her cheek
I told Snow he in his bag, he got a red key
All the game change came from getting GCs
Everything I drop you bound to put on repeat
Don't diss me 'cause that water gon' be real deep
I always kept it twenty-two, I know you feel me
(Meech)
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Yes, sir
Yes, sir (ayy)
I don't know who real, I don't know who to trust (twenty-two)
'Round this bitch loose, I had to tighten up (ayy, twenty-two)
(Meech)
Yeah, ayy
Shit, I don't know who real, I don't know who to trust
Niggas 'round this bitch loose, I had to tighten up
I'm looking for a real bitch, I think I'm outta luck
I hit the road with that shit, I had to step it up
How I'm here before ten? That's when the van come
You put your all in a ho, I know you feel dumb
You prolly never held a K, don't make me use one
She know her nigga too soft, she need a new one
Getting off on the clerk, I got a cool one
I can't hang with lame niggas that gotta prove something
You cooperating for some money? That ain't cool, dummy
Everyday I wake up thinking 'bout some blue hunnids
You ain't made shit today? Boy, that's a bad day
I remember being down, I had to sell my frames
Now it's buffs in my pocket, that's just pocket change
Just pulled nine 64's, you might not know the slang
I'm really with this shit, nigga, check my résumé
Had to dip out Fayetteville 'cause they learned my face
These niggas really in the way, I'm just in my lane
I been out here being good, please don't make me change
If I say it, it's a go on yo' lil' chain
I gave my son five thousand, he tried to make it rain
That boy two but he ready for the blue flame
He got one but I think he need a new chain
It's a love-hate thing with them Percocets
I fell asleep on my cup, I couldn't drink the rest
Niggas want a verse from me? No, it's a reject
I'm going up everyday, I'm taxing for a track
They know me by my first name when I'm up in Saks
You see 'em in 'em videos 'cause I'm really strapped
They like, "How he get that Cookie?", it's from 'cross the map
Once I let a bullet go it ain't coming back
Niggas pulling petty shit, no, I ain't into that
Putting miles on a rental, tryna make a check
I ain't never been a thief but I do the theft
This Alexander McQueen, you ain't seen it yet
If I told you that I got you, you won't ever need
Take a nigga out the game if he out his league
Certain niggas got a gun but they won't ever squeeze
I fell in love with the red, I can drink it clean
I had gave a bitch my heart, she threw it in the street
I heard dawg got the 'bows but his weed was weak
You spent yo last on a bitch just to touch her cheek
I told Snow he in his bag, he got a red key
All the game change came from getting GCs
Everything I drop you bound to put on repeat
Don't diss me 'cause that water gon' be real deep
I always kept it twenty-two, I know you feel me
(Meech)
Yes, sir (ayy)
I don't know who real, I don't know who to trust (twenty-two)
'Round this bitch loose, I had to tighten up (ayy, twenty-two)
(Meech)
Yeah, ayy
Shit, I don't know who real, I don't know who to trust
Niggas 'round this bitch loose, I had to tighten up
I'm looking for a real bitch, I think I'm outta luck
I hit the road with that shit, I had to step it up
How I'm here before ten? That's when the van come
You put your all in a ho, I know you feel dumb
You prolly never held a K, don't make me use one
She know her nigga too soft, she need a new one
Getting off on the clerk, I got a cool one
I can't hang with lame niggas that gotta prove something
You cooperating for some money? That ain't cool, dummy
Everyday I wake up thinking 'bout some blue hunnids
You ain't made shit today? Boy, that's a bad day
I remember being down, I had to sell my frames
Now it's buffs in my pocket, that's just pocket change
Just pulled nine 64's, you might not know the slang
I'm really with this shit, nigga, check my résumé
Had to dip out Fayetteville 'cause they learned my face
These niggas really in the way, I'm just in my lane
I been out here being good, please don't make me change
If I say it, it's a go on yo' lil' chain
I gave my son five thousand, he tried to make it rain
That boy two but he ready for the blue flame
He got one but I think he need a new chain
It's a love-hate thing with them Percocets
I fell asleep on my cup, I couldn't drink the rest
Niggas want a verse from me? No, it's a reject
I'm going up everyday, I'm taxing for a track
They know me by my first name when I'm up in Saks
You see 'em in 'em videos 'cause I'm really strapped
They like, "How he get that Cookie?", it's from 'cross the map
Once I let a bullet go it ain't coming back
Niggas pulling petty shit, no, I ain't into that
Putting miles on a rental, tryna make a check
I ain't never been a thief but I do the theft
This Alexander McQueen, you ain't seen it yet
If I told you that I got you, you won't ever need
Take a nigga out the game if he out his league
Certain niggas got a gun but they won't ever squeeze
I fell in love with the red, I can drink it clean
I had gave a bitch my heart, she threw it in the street
I heard dawg got the 'bows but his weed was weak
You spent yo last on a bitch just to touch her cheek
I told Snow he in his bag, he got a red key
All the game change came from getting GCs
Everything I drop you bound to put on repeat
Don't diss me 'cause that water gon' be real deep
I always kept it twenty-two, I know you feel me
(Meech)
Writer: Jaelin Parker
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc.