"I Been" lyrics
He ain't gettin' money he just put on a front
Fifty shots have him runnin' told em I ain't for nun'
Don't get it mistaken, I'm still ridin' with a gun
Pull up we leavin' shit vacant when we slide through yo hood
Okay slow it down! You not even good in your hood
I got the word around, you want knock me off but it's good
It's like I been livin' too good, came a long way from spinnin' through hoods
I drop a bag on his head I'm calliin' them shots like Suge
I got the word around, you want knock me off but it's good
Bullet make him turn around, he gon' shut it up like he should
And she wanna blow me down, shit kinda feel good
And they can't keep up with me turbo engine up in my hood
Will it ever get good? We'll never know
Keep my glock just like I should, won't go toe to toe
I've been gettin' the dough
Vibin', sing it back I'm vibin'
Play with a hoe, like violin
You know his hoe, got mileage
You know his hoe, got mileage
Chopper shot break through his cartilage
She don't know how to keep me up but I bet she know what Bacardi is
She be tellin' me to kick my cup, bet she know what a molly is
She used to hoppin' in X3s, how you don't know what a Rari is?
I might show her what a Bugatti is
No I ain't blind lil baby these Carti' lens
I'ma keep on gettin' money ain't goin' for shit, shit
I got the word around, you want knock me off but it's good
Bullet make him turn around, he gon' shut it up like he should
And she wanna blow me down, shit kinda feel good
And they can't keep up with me turbo engine up in my hood
Will it ever get good? We'll never know
Keep my glock just like I should, won't go toe to toe
Fifty shots have him runnin' told em I ain't for nun'
Don't get it mistaken, I'm still ridin' with a gun
Pull up we leavin' shit vacant when we slide through yo hood
Okay slow it down! You not even good in your hood
I got the word around, you want knock me off but it's good
It's like I been livin' too good, came a long way from spinnin' through hoods
I drop a bag on his head I'm calliin' them shots like Suge
I got the word around, you want knock me off but it's good
Bullet make him turn around, he gon' shut it up like he should
And she wanna blow me down, shit kinda feel good
And they can't keep up with me turbo engine up in my hood
Will it ever get good? We'll never know
Keep my glock just like I should, won't go toe to toe
I've been gettin' the dough
Vibin', sing it back I'm vibin'
Play with a hoe, like violin
You know his hoe, got mileage
You know his hoe, got mileage
Chopper shot break through his cartilage
She don't know how to keep me up but I bet she know what Bacardi is
She be tellin' me to kick my cup, bet she know what a molly is
She used to hoppin' in X3s, how you don't know what a Rari is?
I might show her what a Bugatti is
No I ain't blind lil baby these Carti' lens
I'ma keep on gettin' money ain't goin' for shit, shit
I got the word around, you want knock me off but it's good
Bullet make him turn around, he gon' shut it up like he should
And she wanna blow me down, shit kinda feel good
And they can't keep up with me turbo engine up in my hood
Will it ever get good? We'll never know
Keep my glock just like I should, won't go toe to toe
