Lil' Devin - Jeep Pt. 2 X Phat3 Lyrics

Kno about it

I creep
Up to something bout money
Done up to my head from my feet
This shit run deep
Scuffing my sneak from these plays I run down from pa to the D
Sewed up the streets
I'm getting fresher than ever
Designer all that speak
And I'm off the east
And ima keep throwing it up til I'm 6 feet up under the street
Dragging my sweet
I'm smoking tree you can't get I done burned on at least a qp
Acting like we
Ain't never had nothing my nigga but that's exactly what it be
F*cking these freaks
And ion know why cause er time I nut I just get up and leave
Bags in the seat
And I need er one them bitches sold for the end of the week
Got it for cheap
So ain't t no rush on the numbers my plug right across the street
Locked in with g's
They got my numbers so tight I be counting it up in my sleep
Packing the piece
Cause niggas be hating out here I be damn if I be on tv
If it ain't about hitting the Forbes and swanging these doors and

I can show you how to get money
I can show you how to get money
Hunnits
I can show you how to come through with the doors off
I can show you how come through getting throwed off
Getting loads off
Yeah

Right back in the streets
I gotta practice my preaching
And stack to the ceiling
On accurate feelings
My status appealing
I'm adamant
Realler than rapping ass niggas
My backpack got pills and a lot a good deals in it
I'm out the trill where young niggas get killed for this
Tighten up stiffen it
Cause niggas really get grown bout my bus•I•ness
Know what for this
I put a lot of real sweat and a lot of real tears in this
F*ck all my enemies
They do can not feel me
I'm soul body spirit
4 doe body tipper
Straight up on a mission
Yeah
I whip this up in the trenches
Told plugs they can miss me
Walked off and ain't go hiding or missing
I'm Fly then a bitch
If you follow pictures you prolly been biting my style for a minute
Jump Down and start getting it
Got up outta prison
Put up on some spinach
And got me some chicken
Still tryna forget shit I did just to get it
No proud of decisions
But time is of essence
My grind getting tested
My mind getting restless
My time is up next
Bitch I'm piling up extra
Not tryna get settled
Na I gotta put it together
Na I gotta this shit here gone last forever
Do well under pressure
Yo type is not welcome
I fight for the belt and not know to do lesser
I might be real special
I might be the devil
But this what you wanted from me I could tell it
I looked in yo eyes and seen jealousy
Seen all the lies you was telling me
Hate I'm getting higher and bettering
Hate I'm just fly as a feather
Get mine whenever
Hate it's bout time to level
Hate I'm suppling the medical
Buying the better shit
Keep jumping dine ahead of shit
This for my rounds, my niggas my essays
Tell a lil puta callete
She like how I dress say
You Talk bout some bands my listen
I chalk up the plan I get it
Playing with a ticket
Hoe
I'm playing with a ticket
Playing with a ticket
Playing with a ticket

I can show you how to get money
I can show you how to get money
Hunnits
I can show you how to come through with the doors off
I can show you how come through getting throwed off
Getting loads off
Yeah