You Can See lyrics

[Intro: Blac Youngsta]
What you pourin' up, bruh?
What you poured, huh?
(sh*t, Dreko)
It feel like we dreamin'
pus*y n*gga dream, wise up
Gang gang

[Chorus: Lil Migo]
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a b*tch or a n*gga far as you can see
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

[Verse 1: Lil Migo]
So what's up with these lil' n*ggas? Must forgot I'm in the city
I stay strapped up with this glizzy, my 'stendos, they hold a fifty
You play, then it be a killing, I say that not to be silly
Got K's with banana peels and they apin', let's start the bidding
Play with the gang, then we knock off your top (Top)
Young n*gga came from thе block
I found me a route, it led mе to guap
Thankin' the man that's up top
You know a lil' n*gga be hot as the pot
Doin' donuts off the lot
I grinded for everything I went and got (Damn)
Remember them nights I was tired
Stop all the cryin' (Cryin')
Steady be sayin' I be lyin' (What?)
Know I'm out here on the grind
No time for these b*tches, don't do wine and dine (Nah)
You can get cooked with the iron
I made me a living off spittin' these rhymes (Grrt)
Who knew that ballin' a crime
I feel like LeBron when he in his prime (Swish)
[Chorus: Lil Migo]
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a b*tch or a n*gga far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a b*tch or a n*gga far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Yeah, gang gang
I guess get money in my genes
I got the four-four with the beam
That's my favorite gun, I ain't never left it on the crime scene
If God'd never turned me to a millionaire, I promise I ain't really care
I'd be still servin' them fiends (What up?)
Still blowin' kush dope in the air
And I wanna thank my big brother for every f*ckin' thing
These rap n*ggas, they pus*y
They ain't really exactly like they seem
I put that sh*t on my set
If you play with Migo, you gon' get hit with the machine
I took a private jet to NYC just to get some lean
I'm at the trap right now, you can come see me
I'ma serve you like a king
Mix the lean with my pineapple Fanta, you know I get stuck
Almost forgot what I did when I shot up my opps, you know I give no f*cks
Had to remind myself and I went back again (What I do?), and killed my opps myself (Grrt)
Everybody know what happened to that n*gga ran in my crib
I left that pus*y on the steps, gang gang
[Chorus: Lil Migo]
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a b*tch or a n*gga far as you can see
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a b*tch or a n*gga far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

[Verse 3: Big Homiie G]
Either way, I'm gon' get me some money (Some money)
Kicked the b*tch out, she ain't doin' nothin' for me (She ain't doin' sh*t for me)
Let her tell it, she swearin' she love me (She love me)
You know me, I ain't carin' 'bout nothin' (I ain't carin' 'bout nothin')
Put my heart in my pocket, I sat on it (I sat on it)
Watch me jump ten-or-four, wanna bet on it? (Wanna bet on it?)
I been poppin' these Percs, need to check on me (Need to check on me)
So much drank in my cup, made a mess on me (Ugh)
Hit the b*tch and I told her get lost (Get lost)
Got a trap in the south, it get off (It get off)
If it's smellin' like p*ss, then it's bought (Ooh)
Scottie Pippen 'cause that's what it cost (That's what it cost)
Hit the gas, don't you hear the exhaust? (Skrrt skrrt)
This a Track', this b*tch cost me some racks (Some racks)
Couple hitters, they trail me in Scats (Skrrt skrrt)
Yellin' out, "f*ck 12," them facts (Them facts), yeah
[Chorus: Lil Migo]
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a b*tch or a n*gga far as you can see (Nope)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess get money in my genes
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a b*tch or a n*gga far as you can see (Nope)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess get money in my genes