You See It lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh
It's tight, the word
Yeah, you see
(20Rocket on this beat, so it's gon' knock)

[Chorus]
You see this motherf*ckin' ice on my wrist, b*tch (All this ice)
You see these diamonds always motherf*ckin' glisten (Always Glisten)
You see that bad b*tch, she always ridin' with me (Alway' with me)
You see that gun, man, that sh*t stick with me (Stick with me)
It's 30-Round and it's motherf*ckin' stickin' (And stickin')
I hope you all bad, n*gga, no, you can't get it (No, you can't get it)
I count this money with no motherf*ckin' feelings (With no feelings)
I put a n*gga on a-, pfff, go get it (Yeah)

[Verse]
Drop it off in the hood and they run it up (Run it up)
Bank it back, never profits, so I'm turnin' up (So i'm turnin' up)
I ain't never fallin' off, 'cause I'm two up (Two up)
And your b*tch wanna hang, 'cause she see what's up (What's up?)
I'm a gang round here, let me throw it up (Throw it up)
Put this sh*t in her face, she gon' suck me up (4L)
Just for thе 'cause, n*gga, and you broke as f*ck (Damn)
Guess why your hoе don't wanna f*ck with you (Damn)
You see a baller, pff
I'm a baller (I'm a baller)
Not a staller (Not a staller)
They not hear her phone her, you know that I'ma call her (I'ma call her)
If I don't call her, you know she horny for the Slime
She gon' ball me (Straight up)
[Chorus]
You see this motherf*ckin' ice on my wrist, b*tch (All this ice)
You see these diamonds always motherf*ckin' glisten (Always Glisten)
You see that bad b*tch, she always ridin' with me (Alway' with me)
You see that gun, man, that sh*t stick with me (Stick with me)
It's 30-Round and it's motherf*ckin' stickin' (And stickin')
I hope you all bad, n*gga, no, you can't get it (No, you can't get it)
I count this money with no motherf*ckin' feelings (With no feelings)
I put a n*gga on a-, pfff, go get it

[Verse]
This money got the n*gga gassed up to bust ya'
And it's out of country with this sticky b*tch straight Russia
Bullets gon' to touch ya'
Broke-ass opp, need to hush ya', yeah (Yeah)
n*gga, get your weight up
SlimeBall, b*tch, havin' paper
And I came a long way from bustin' them K's, get K's up
Ammunition, we been up, all our guns
Hold my 30-Round, n*gga know it's plus
And that plate on the street, n*gga, know they get ate up
Yeah, just like the flavor, I'ma smoke it like vapor
And you know I count it different colors, all type of paper
Every day I make haters, more money, I make more haters
All them n*ggas steady stallin', man, I cannot never wait up
Yeah (Phew), now I got my weight up (Phew)
Yeah, runnin' through this paper
Yeah, stylin' friends, I'm SlimeBall, could never see a hater
Only thing I see is paper
[Chorus]
You see this motherf*ckin' ice on my wrist, b*tch (All this ice)
You see these diamonds always motherf*ckin' glisten (Always Glisten)
You see that bad b*tch, she always ridin' with me (Alway' with me)
You see that gun, man, that sh*t stick with me (Stick with me)
It's 30-Round and it's motherf*ckin' stickin' (And stickin')
I hope you all bad, n*gga, no, you can't get it (No, you can't get it)
I count this money with no motherf*ckin' feelings (With no feelings)
I put a n*gga on a-, pfff, go get it