You Can See (feat. Lil Migo & Big Homiie G)

What you pourin' up, bruh?

What you poured, huh?

Shit, Dreko

It feel like we dreamin'

Pussy **** dream, wise up

Gang gang

Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)

Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see

Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)

Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

So what's up with these lil' ****? Must forgot I'm in the city

I stay strapped up with this glizzy, my 'stendos, they hold a fifty

You play, then it be a killing, I say that not to be silly

Got Ks with banana peels and they apin', let's start the bidding

Play with the gang, then we knock off your top (Top)

Young **** came from the block, I found me a route, it led me to guap

Thankin' the man that's up top, you know a lil' **** be hot as the pot

Doin' donuts off the lot, I grinded for everything I went and got (Damn)

Remember them nights I was tired, stop all the cryin' (Cryin')

Steady be sayin' I be lyin' (What?)

Know I'm out here on the grind, no time for these bitches, don't do wine and dine (Nah)

You can get cooked with the iron, I made me a living off spittin' these rhymes (Grrrt)

Who knew that ballin' a crime, I feel like LeBron when he in his prime (Swish)

Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)

Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (No)

Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)

Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)

Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (No)

Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)

Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

Yeah, gang gang

I guess get money in my genes

I got the .44 with the beam

That's my favorite gun, I ain't never left it on the crime scene

If God'd never turned me to a millionaire, I promise I ain't really care

I'd be still servin' them fiends (What up?)

Still blowin' kush dope in the air

And I wanna thank my big brother for every fuckin' thing

These rap ****, they pussy

They ain't really exactly like they seem

I put that shit on my set

If you play with Migo, you gon' get hit with the machine

I took a private jet to NYC just to get some lean

I'm at the trap right now, you can come see me

I'ma serve you like a king

Mix the lean with my pineapple Fanta, you know I get stuck

Almost forgot what I did when I shot up my opps, you know I give no fucks

Had to remind myself and I went back again (What I do?) and killed my opps myself (Grrrt)

Everybody know what happened to that **** ran in my crib

I left that pussy on the steps, gang gang

Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)

Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (No)

Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)

Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)

Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (No)

Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)

Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

Either way, I'm gon' get me some money

Some money

Kicked the bitch out, she ain't doin' nothin' for me

She ain't doin' shit for me

Let her tell it, she swearin' she love me

She love me

You know me, I ain't carin' 'bout nothin'

Ain't carin' 'bout nothin'

Put my heart in my pocket, I sat on it

I sat on it

Watch me jump ten-or-four, wanna bet on it?

Wanna bet on it?

I been poppin' these Percs, need to check on me

Need to check on me

So much drank in my cup, made a mess on me

Uh

Hit the bitch and I told her get lost

Get lost

Got a trap in the south, it get off

It get off

If it's smellin' like piss, then it's bought

Ooh

Scottie Pippen 'cause that what it cost

That's what it cost

Hit the gas, don't you hear the exhaust?

Skrrt, skrrt

This a Track', this bitch cost me some racks

Some racks

Couple hitters, they trail me in Scats

Skrrt, skrrt

Yellin' out, "Fuck 12," them facts

Them facts

Yeah

Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)

Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (Nope)

Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)

Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)

Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (Nope)

Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)

Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes