LitoAintShit - High Self Esteem Lyrics

I'm in the drop with a lean
And my car ain't got no tints cause I got high self esteem

Riding through my hood I'm in the drop with a lean
And my car ain't got no tints cause I got high self esteem
And my phone just like my bitch because it ain't got a ring
And they both worth bout a million I'm a doctor to fiends
I'm cautious I creep
But I ain't stressing your piece
Like a dog on the leash
Won't let it off in the streets
All that talking is cheap
It's getting hard to compete
You bring me up so much you like my marketing team
Targeting me because they see that I came up
You sew what you reap and we ain't cut from the same cloth
I sold in a week what you sold in the same month
I just roll and I think I don't even say much

Now I'm Riding through my hood I'm in the drop with a lean
And my car ain't got no tints cause they ain't looking for me
I be bout my business money pussy and weed
And shit I might just go legit bitch I ain't jugg in a week
How you cleaning up the streets with all them dirty cops
Why you think a nigga flee? You got a 45
Bartender how you sending shots
Tip em how we send em back
I ain't wanna interact
Nah ion respect a badge
Without that shit you just bitch & a half
You like a dike you just a lick with a strap
Bitch I been did the math
I need my fractions in cash
I came for the bag
Like my plane just landed

Now I'm riding through my hood I'm in the drop with a lean
And my car ain't got no tints Because it's nothing to see
And I ain't worried bout a bitch I got a lust for the cheese
And it's a hurry on my wrist cause this a Russian Philippe
Got some stuff for the cheap and I flipped the same night
Flooding the streets leave you swimming that's great white
You snitch through the grape vine
I squeeze it and make wine
You fiend for the baseline
I breath and it's straight fire
Sheesh
Riviera beach a hundred degrees
At a game the other day this dude got jumped in his seat
Went to the parking lot to find cuz and dumped at his V
They ain't even stop the game cause it was nothing to see

Now I'm riding through my hood I'm the drop w a lean
And my car ain't got no tints but I don't stop for police
And my broad is like a ten but still she not on the lease
And a button start my whip but in the trunk it's a key
Road running
Cause my plug got old money
Same niggas in the hood still asking to hold something
Roll onions out of Grabba leaf
And snap on beats
Casually turn you to a casualty
Drill you like a cavity
It's going down, gravity
Bitch I'm your majesty
Numbers like a math degree
I ain't humble I don't have to speak
Just finna peal like I act with Key
Before I act a beast

I'm in the drop with a lean
And my car ain't got no tints cause I got high self esteem

And my car ain't got no tints cause I hit high self esteem