"CourtSide" lyrics
Michigan Meech & Baby Smoove Lyrics
(Meech)
These niggas wanna be me, they bitches wanna see me
Bitch, I used to trap, but I remember punchin' TVs
I be courtside, I can't see you in no nosebleeds
I [?] the test, but I need 'bout fifty more of these
Lamborghini keys, Amiri patches on my knees
She from Germany, English writing she can't read
I know I'm that nigga, most of them niggas my seeds
I smoke super strong weed, straight drop on my lean
I go out and get it, most you niggas bullshittin'
Come and take a look at miles, it look like I play for Pistons
I like the [?] in it, I'm not explainin' why I sip it
If you tryna smoke what I smoke, you gotta pay a ticket
I'm so rich and wealthy, my cup dark and healthy
Nigga, when you see that clover, it don't mean that I'm in Celtics
Hit a nigga with that heat stick, he gon' start meltin'
As a kid, I was in Memphis, I know Beale street and Elvis
I eat Wagyu steak, don't put no Whopper in my face
I like buyin' pints, but if it's there, I'll take a eighth
Hit him with that Drac', he got to movin' like he laced
I told him if he walk away, then y'all get [?] for the pay
Bitch, I never fall off, money fall my way
They know Bam comin' home, I'm just waitin' on the day
Nigga playin' with my name, rip the eye right out his face
Lame nigga tryna shop, sold his ass a bowl of shake
Bum nigga need a front, 'bout to pull up in my [?]
Bitch, I'm Franchise, I been different from the jump
They gon' smell it from the forest like I'm ridin' with some skunks
Five-SeveN, F&N, I'ma blow it like a pump
Boy, your jewelry ain't hittin', see my bitch, she hate [?]
I been knew that I'd be rich, I got that [?] vision
Nigga said he spent this, but them diamonds say different
I really live in a castle, can't run and play [?]
I just made a hundred over night, bad bitches get flights
Nigga, if you ain't 'bout to buy it, why the fuck you askin'?
You can't leave your bitch around me, boy, I'm every bitches type
Ridin' with a whole chopper and I'm blowin' all the lights
Nigga said he ain't proud of me, I must've hit his bitch or somethin'
Boy, you know, we don't get your ass today, that shit still comin'
All blues in my left pocket, it's like thirty somethin'
We two cars deep with four choppers and a [?]
These niggas wanna be me, they bitches wanna see me
Bitch, I used to trap, but I remember punchin' TVs
I be courtside, I can't see you in no nosebleeds
I [?] the test, but I need 'bout fifty more of these
Lamborghini keys, Amiri patches on my knees
She from Germany, English writing she can't read
I know I'm that nigga, most of them niggas my seeds
I smoke super strong weed, straight drop on my lean
I go out and get it, most you niggas bullshittin'
Come and take a look at miles, it look like I play for Pistons
I like the [?] in it, I'm not explainin' why I sip it
If you tryna smoke what I smoke, you gotta pay a ticket
I'm so rich and wealthy, my cup dark and healthy
Nigga, when you see that clover, it don't mean that I'm in Celtics
Hit a nigga with that heat stick, he gon' start meltin'
As a kid, I was in Memphis, I know Beale street and Elvis
I eat Wagyu steak, don't put no Whopper in my face
I like buyin' pints, but if it's there, I'll take a eighth
Hit him with that Drac', he got to movin' like he laced
I told him if he walk away, then y'all get [?] for the pay
Bitch, I never fall off, money fall my way
They know Bam comin' home, I'm just waitin' on the day
Nigga playin' with my name, rip the eye right out his face
Lame nigga tryna shop, sold his ass a bowl of shake
Bum nigga need a front, 'bout to pull up in my [?]
Bitch, I'm Franchise, I been different from the jump
They gon' smell it from the forest like I'm ridin' with some skunks
Five-SeveN, F&N, I'ma blow it like a pump
Boy, your jewelry ain't hittin', see my bitch, she hate [?]
I been knew that I'd be rich, I got that [?] vision
Nigga said he spent this, but them diamonds say different
I really live in a castle, can't run and play [?]
I just made a hundred over night, bad bitches get flights
Nigga, if you ain't 'bout to buy it, why the fuck you askin'?
You can't leave your bitch around me, boy, I'm every bitches type
Ridin' with a whole chopper and I'm blowin' all the lights
Nigga said he ain't proud of me, I must've hit his bitch or somethin'
Boy, you know, we don't get your ass today, that shit still comin'
All blues in my left pocket, it's like thirty somethin'
We two cars deep with four choppers and a [?]
