Frequency letra

Rolling with my g's steady getting paper
But this weed is all we need
If you down to roll don't let me know, know, know
Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
And I got stacks all on in my jeans
Money's not the issue, but it's something that we need
If you feel like me then let me know, know, know
Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
And I'm

Level up cause I'm skeeded though
I pick a flow on a killer track,
Then kill a track, you won't believe it though
How I was living wasn't reasonable
The money I saw wasn't feasible
So I did what we agreed to do
We meaning us, us mean the crew, crew mean the call
That's what I do
Fuck these niggas, young dumb being cool
Can't respect y'all to love a nigga like me
Feel the pressure in the things I do
I think like them but it's only times 3
Giovanci's on, with this raunchy broad
You niggas can't come to the blocks we on
Purchase cribs, custom cars, this thing of ours they ain't not evolved
Lvl, that's my set, wyat cell, that's my set, zebra gang, that's my set
Say it loud, with your chest
Little do they know I'm the fucking best
Couple levels then I'm at they necks
I done seen it all in this life of mine
I put it all on the dotted line
We on, we good, my mama out of the hood
Think we don't slip, these niggas would if they could
My level's up and I'm ready, lvl to the death
When them flows run, they run heavy
What did you expect, I'm

Rolling with my g's steady getting paper
But this weed is all we need
If you down to roll don't let me know, know, know
Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
And I got stacks all on in my jeans
Money's not the issue, but it's something that we need
If you feel like me then let me know, know, know
Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

Boy it's writings on my wrist, the sports car on my neck bra
Careful when you talk bout me, I might be a connect bra
I hope on the curve, stumbling out of the car like I'm a rockstar
Flipping the bird, don't know if you heard, but we are not y'all
Sippin slow but that ain't lean, sipping rock in my canteen
Lv, the whole mile jeans, I'm whitney like Barbie
She all bank, whole maui, all green, Cherokee
Chopping trips, hotel suits, fitted cap with the big bing
Fin to get that range rover, my game done changed hoes
Make them front page hoes, and then watch y'all chase those
Blowing money fast, ain't no issues how we living
Blowing pounds the... Super slow is how we sippin
Getting money from these shows, and that money come and go
To my family to my bros, you still hating, I don't know why
But it's cool, cause I keeped it, wyatt cell on my t shirt
... Wyatt cell to the death of me, it's no secret

Rolling with my g's steady getting paper
But this weed is all we need
If you down to roll don't let me know, know, know
Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
Oh man I got stacks all on in my jeans
Money's not the issue, but it's something that we need
If you feel like me then let me know, know, know
Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
And I'm

I put in work for this fancy shit
Late night I was right there, just waiting on some ancy shit
My own mama couldn't tell me shit
My own father couldn't sell me tips
All I knew, I would soon be rich
Suited up and I'm realing baby, broke as fuck and it drove me crazy
Gone in the wind that night, alone not a friend in sight
Doing what I felt was right, controlling my life
Cause I was born poor when it come to bread
But filthy rich cause in my head, was million dollar ideas nigga
I built them over these years nigga
Now I'm high on the way to the bank,
Taking a while cause I'm sipping that drink
The money right there and it going nowhere
It ain't got no legs, fuck you think?
And I won't stop till I get that big old brinks truck
My bitch bad as fuck, wearing minx, yup
Love how I switch up the flow like that
Love how I move up the beat like that
Fall of track then come right back
No way you matching my frequency
Made men, they eat with me
Model bitches they creep with me, I'm

Rolling with my g's steady getting paper
But this weed is all we need
If you down to roll don't let me know, know, know
Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
Oh man I got stacks all on in my jeans
Money's not the issue, but it's something that we need
If you feel like me then let me know, know, know
Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.

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