Stockyards ft. Ceejay & PACEO! Lyrics

I know

Watch my dreams manifest with eyes closed

Fast cars fast life and bad hoes

When we ride nigga know we drive slow

Watch out bih watch out that window

Good gas, I smoke only indo

Can't trust hoes with no fucking info

I don't know who you know

But if it's smoke we on patrol

And when we drive that shit gone go

Best believe the shit that they told

All these

All these blunts that I done rolled

Got my lungs look like they old

Niggas stay capping like bro

We ain't fam, you ain't my foe

When that shit happened you froze

If you try to say some shit, say that shit

And I'll respect that shit if you're bold

Aye now we getting money

Everyone around me acting funny

Don't you try to play me like a dummy

I'm the top two and it's only one above me

Being misused, it's hard to seek attention

Thought you was my dog, left me cold alone behind the fences

Love a Indie chick, when I hit it Bollywood I film it

Love to play with tools, baby always telling me to drill it

Why you hate me, I don't get it

You not picking up the phone

Why you out in the club, doing dirt doing wrong

All my niggas they some dawgs, and you looking like a bone

She a trap queen baby she gon twerk to this song

Bank account froze, they said that I was spending

Why they always love to hate when a young nigga winning

If you start it, gotta finish

I ain't tripping, I'm just winning

Yeah, switching out my clothes

Baby feeling on my body digging for my soul

I got scars and they show

You have flaws and I know

Birkin baby, why you still shop at Coach

She dont love, simping players do the most

Diamond clarity, they scared of me

Wrist blinding know that I be shining

Wrist shining, know that I be shining boy

I be out here getting money boy

In my true religion jeans fucking on your bitch

And she liking me, she say PACEO make her moist

I'm just rolling up this dope

You already how my mind go, it flows

Sit back and just get back

My brother he got that glocky

He might just clip that

I be out here counting the bankrolls

Got the sack, PACEO you just want more

Get your bag, getting back my shit

Might as well just give that bih my dick

You already know how lit it go

Body yeah the chopper yeah the glow

Ice cream, yeah it be on my shirt be on a tote

You know in my true religion