Lyrics

Yeah Dreezy Yeah-yeah (ooh-wee) Yeah Tryna balance, look at where my lows (where my lows, yeah-yeah) Goin' through some shit that no one knows Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors, yeah Niggas act like bitches and it shows Yeah, .40 on my hip, might let it blow (ayy) Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat, uh (for my coat, yeah) I feel like Rocky with my back against the ropes Yeah, gettin' to the money, I need mo' Mo' money, mo' problems, stay in my comments Guess I'm the topic (yeah) I want you here but all of that extra You can be honest Yeah, brand new Rollie, flood my wrist, it's full of diamonds Me and Dreez' matchin' AP's, we know what time it is I was down but I made a way, ballin' like a fade away 'Member I was broke, I used to put this shit on layaway (yeah) Now we gon' see better days Fuck whoever in the way (yeah) Just pour up, let's get faded (yeah) Tryna balance, look at where my lows (where my lows, yeah-yeah) Goin' through some shit that no one knows (no one knows) Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors, yeah Niggas act like bitches and it shows (and it shows) Yeah, .40 on my hip, might let it blow (ayy, yeah) Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope (with that scope) Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat (for my coat, yeah) I feel like Rocky with my back against the ropes (against the ropes) Yeah, gettin' to the money, I need mo' Reminiscing on you fuck niggas, I still don't regret it You might never gon' give me props, banks still give me credit Tried to put you on game when really I was on a new level Pain, I can't forget But them lessons turned me to a legend Tryna balance, look at where my lows (where my lows, yeah-yeah) Goin' through some shit that no one knows (no one knows) Everytime that I was down, I lift my doors, yeah Niggas act like bitches and it shows (and it shows) Yeah, .40 on my hip, might let it blow (ayy, yeah) Yeah, no Listerine, I pull up with that scope (with that scope) Yeah, Dior denim, fifteen for my coat (for my coat, yeah) I feel like Rocky with my back against the ropes (against the ropes) Yeah, gettin' to the money, I need mo'
Writer(s): Coi Leray Collins, Seandre Sledge, Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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