Lee lyrics

[Intro]
Gettin' tinted up, I would not care, still—
He was gettin' tinted up, I would not—
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh)

[Verse 1]
Told her, "Baby, when I hit it from the back only time I'm movin' backwards" (Only time I'm movin' backwards)
She actin' like she got it on the chest, a n*gga had to check her (But she really wanna check me out)
I be really just chillin', no smoke, no beef, no heifer (Uh-uh)
Out of sight, out of mind, no pressure (Uh-uh)
Read her mind, gave it up, no effort (Uh-uh)
Louboutin on her toes, blood stepper (Uh-uh)
One-ten on the 110 flyin' down, flyin' down toward the sea
Don't ask mе where I been, aw, man, aw, man, it's a blur
You must got me mixеd up with someone who give a f*ck
I pull up Bentley truck, hit the gas and hiccup

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I been drinkin'
Two cups, tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I been drinkin'
Too gone, just drank two liters
Oh, I don't think
Who told you I was gon' be here?
Oh, I'm gon' leave
Who told you I was gon' be here?
[Chorus]
Walk with my chin up, somethin' I learned from my gran' (Daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up, I would not care, still whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' more (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich, no beds, made pallets (Aw)

[Verse 2]
Somehow, still managed to beat the pus*y up like Malice
Cuzzo kept the clips, No Malice
Tryna stay balanced, n*gga put the city on the atlas
Huh, and then I graduated, got my talis'
St. Louis, cash cowboy
Now I'm like Zeke, got a freak out in Dallas
Two freaks, one for me, one for T
Got beef? Turn a n*gga to a patty
When I, when I walk in this b*tch with my partners and sh*t, don't talk to me, b*tch (Mm, blah-blah-blah)
We the talk of the town, you ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, we talkin' too rich (Nah, nah, nah)
b*tch, all my diamonds in the fridge (Bling, bling, blaow)
b*tch, know what time it is (It's tee time)
Yes, you been ridin', lil' mama, but right now I need me a driver
'Cause I've been drinkin'

[Pre-Chorus]
Two cups, tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I been drinkin'
Too gone, just drank two liters
Oh, I been drinkin'
Who told you I was gon' be here?
Oh, I been drinkin'
Who told you I was gon' be here?
[Chorus]
Walk with my chin up, somethin' I learned from my gran' (Daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up, I would not care, still whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' more (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich, no beds, made pallets

[Outro]
You wanna know
One of the most expensive lessons that I've learned
Is this