"Disappointed" lyrics
Young Chris & Freeway Lyrics
(feat. Icewear Vezzo)
Yeah
I got one vibe right here
Phew
Yeah
This the point of where the cold went
Seen too many real niggas turn to troll fans
Let them pussy niggas talk, we beat the road in
Let's get them pros in
Spin it with my whole hand, watch me slow dance
This gon' be a thriller for old man, I'm in C here
GG2, we gon' step into the beef dig
Damn, I miss them MAC Pints and the code red
Still'll be the old vis if I ain't grape fed
This gun fuck the world, I'm in my own head
Niggas probably wouldn't hate me if I hold they hand
Got a quarterback giraffes for only fans, real street nigga
Sign myself, I can ball up my own events
Same niggas out the mud as my only friends
Only time they stand on business, they on the stand
Rocky, I froze my hand
Cocky, I own my brand
Lock me, cause them bitches try to stop me, they know they kin
Watch what you sayin' to these bitches, these hoes be playin'
These niggas never had no bands, they only scams
The street is dead, it ain't no loyalty or no leadership
Get a 43 a brick, that's my only chance
43 for 36, that's my only chance
Got a dealer, hit the block with my whole advance
Freak niggas might as well be holding hands
Pocket books, tight jeans with the holding pants
You can smell the odor from the yola Coca-Cola man
And I got the water, nine hundred for the soda can
Hunting for that murder, sliding in the toy or the van
Fuck your life, cut your lights with them, me and solar pan
Homicide protocol, vacuum seals smellin' like open jars
Bitches free every day with open bar
Fuck you niggas think?
The gun a ballin' like I post a ball
On Merry, where the money at, and niggas never notice y'all
Overkill, drop, I'm standin' over y'all
Even after the cash get dipped
Shit ain't never over, y'all
Whole hood waitin' on Franklin, it need to snow to fall
Raise a strong, little Pickett soda up
Had to elevate my wrist, I got the dial blowin'
Through the Rollie, all this Vox' around from now on
Had to tell my lil' nigga, walk that time down
Young nigga, mind gone, could barely die, huh?
Had myself on what I be without them Axels
And them inboxes
Real Rasta stick on us look like lint brushes
Big Thug and Crip brother, been on flip somethin'
Patek look like Chris Bottles
The most new, I pour my soul in this double cup
You ain't gotta be too humble when it's one on one
Never go against the family, bitch, you one of us
The icy wrist, G.I. Stones look like 7up
A long way from that Megabus, Greyhound
Never let them get ahead of us, we stayed down
Put some niggas in they feeling, nigga, the wave now
Same nigga that was once a boy, I made now
Although the people always doubted us, we kept grinding
Now the people get a crown to us, we paid now
These haters wanna devour us, cause we still shining
Crosses let the TEC go, missing fresh coke, we don't play around
I'm from Philly always riding with the flame
I was deeming in the streets
No I didn't take Shahada in the bin
In that big G crawling up the lane
Boy I'm Mook Mean I'm with my akhis
I ain't mobbing with the gang
I'm with my brothers, we ain't moving like the Mafia
Moving like the Muslims trying to follow from the prophet
When we make our music, always do it from the heart
Can y'all feel it in your hearts, that's the reason why we profit, got it?
Icewear Vesso, Young Chris, we colossal
Our music touch souls whenever we lock in
Just know still clutch poles if we got to
Don't get your lips swole like stolen over gossip
I got one vibe right here
Phew
Yeah
This the point of where the cold went
Seen too many real niggas turn to troll fans
Let them pussy niggas talk, we beat the road in
Let's get them pros in
Spin it with my whole hand, watch me slow dance
This gon' be a thriller for old man, I'm in C here
GG2, we gon' step into the beef dig
Damn, I miss them MAC Pints and the code red
Still'll be the old vis if I ain't grape fed
This gun fuck the world, I'm in my own head
Niggas probably wouldn't hate me if I hold they hand
Got a quarterback giraffes for only fans, real street nigga
Sign myself, I can ball up my own events
Same niggas out the mud as my only friends
Only time they stand on business, they on the stand
Rocky, I froze my hand
Cocky, I own my brand
Lock me, cause them bitches try to stop me, they know they kin
Watch what you sayin' to these bitches, these hoes be playin'
These niggas never had no bands, they only scams
The street is dead, it ain't no loyalty or no leadership
Get a 43 a brick, that's my only chance
43 for 36, that's my only chance
Got a dealer, hit the block with my whole advance
Freak niggas might as well be holding hands
Pocket books, tight jeans with the holding pants
You can smell the odor from the yola Coca-Cola man
And I got the water, nine hundred for the soda can
Hunting for that murder, sliding in the toy or the van
Fuck your life, cut your lights with them, me and solar pan
Homicide protocol, vacuum seals smellin' like open jars
Bitches free every day with open bar
Fuck you niggas think?
The gun a ballin' like I post a ball
On Merry, where the money at, and niggas never notice y'all
Overkill, drop, I'm standin' over y'all
Even after the cash get dipped
Shit ain't never over, y'all
Whole hood waitin' on Franklin, it need to snow to fall
Raise a strong, little Pickett soda up
Had to elevate my wrist, I got the dial blowin'
Through the Rollie, all this Vox' around from now on
Had to tell my lil' nigga, walk that time down
Young nigga, mind gone, could barely die, huh?
Had myself on what I be without them Axels
And them inboxes
Real Rasta stick on us look like lint brushes
Big Thug and Crip brother, been on flip somethin'
Patek look like Chris Bottles
The most new, I pour my soul in this double cup
You ain't gotta be too humble when it's one on one
Never go against the family, bitch, you one of us
The icy wrist, G.I. Stones look like 7up
A long way from that Megabus, Greyhound
Never let them get ahead of us, we stayed down
Put some niggas in they feeling, nigga, the wave now
Same nigga that was once a boy, I made now
Although the people always doubted us, we kept grinding
Now the people get a crown to us, we paid now
These haters wanna devour us, cause we still shining
Crosses let the TEC go, missing fresh coke, we don't play around
I'm from Philly always riding with the flame
I was deeming in the streets
No I didn't take Shahada in the bin
In that big G crawling up the lane
Boy I'm Mook Mean I'm with my akhis
I ain't mobbing with the gang
I'm with my brothers, we ain't moving like the Mafia
Moving like the Muslims trying to follow from the prophet
When we make our music, always do it from the heart
Can y'all feel it in your hearts, that's the reason why we profit, got it?
Icewear Vesso, Young Chris, we colossal
Our music touch souls whenever we lock in
Just know still clutch poles if we got to
Don't get your lips swole like stolen over gossip
