"Fleece" lyrics

Yeah
Three
TA3, yeah, HT-HTA
Haha

Fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
She on me, what y'all think, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets
Shit is epic, no L.A. Reed

It's getting hectic, niggas want to compete, they getting reckless
All the energy directed at me has been pretty negative
I'm checked up no matter where I'm in
Even when I had to purchase from the clearance rack
Just kicking fat, first check tech fleece, no more jeans, yeah
Chris nolan the scene when he on scene, yeah
Flow on, interstellar, I'm with whatever
You getting jealous, I'm getting better, I'm lit as ever

Tech fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets, yeah
Salva back on my beat, back on my-wait, uh, wait

Oh, we're talking rap and stuff
I hit the track and bring it back to the Saint Valentines Day Massacre
Damn, trigger finger on fleek, I'm gonna squeeze it
A situation with me, you don't need, yeah
Tell fill in the blank to drop a bomb on it
Which ever DJ's name, you all should be on it
I ball yearly on it, like Paul Pierce or something
Instead of dissing someone, go out and get you something
When keeping it real goes wrong, that's what some of y'all careers been on
Damn homie, a few month ago you was the man homie
The fuck happened to you?, aw man

Check fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
She on me, what y'all think, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets, yeah
Salva on the beat, HTA3, yeah
Haha, yeah!