Before U See Me Lyrics

Who that? Who that?

Humming with that bass in the trunk

Roll that, blow that

Smoking, ride smelling like skunk

Just know that

Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's

Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me

I'm doing this one for the single ladies & the G's

Skating them twenty-threes

Blowing weed or riding D's

Or sliding on them gliding Spree's

Rimmed up & tinted up

Can't see who's in that Chevy, fucker

A pimp's cup a pimp's must

And we sipping syrup, sucker

Pops had a Chevy Impala

And chopped the top on his truck

Shit, dropped it so low

Swear if we hit a bump we would get fucked

I'm grippin' grain

Damn near got a splinter in my hand

Bending corners, banging UGK

I'm riding dirty man

Got plenty dirty money

Wrapped up in them rubber bands

I'm repping for the struggle of us hustlers

Here & other lands

This the only brother that can

Still kill the track and sound Southern man

And yet, and still rep for Dallas

Will bet a thousand

You can't beat me in a domino hand

Shouts out to kinfolk in the pen

Once you get out we gone blow it in the wind

Sip cold Hypno, mix it with the Hen

Ball the fuck out, then do it all again

That's how it is, when you're riding in my city

And often here's what you'll hear

If you're posted riding with me

Who that? Who that?

Humming with that bass in the trunk

Roll that, blow that

Smoking, ride smelling like skunk

Just know that

Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's

Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me

Who that? Who that?

Humming with that bass in the trunk

Roll that, blow that

Smoking, ride smelling like skunk

Just know that

Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's

Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me

Spell my name right

B-Dash-E-A-Z-Y, kiss no ass

Ashy to classy so fast

I'll pop up in your hood with no pass

And get head from the girls with no ass

A hustler is what I'm know as

I won't stop like Diddy, need more cash

Still claim to Roc-A-Fella like Dame Dash

Dallas is where I was raised at

Catch me on I thirty-five, laid back

Or in PT's spending them paper stacks

I'm a major cat, here to save this rap game

Cause y'all cats steady rapping lame

Jack your man's flow and say it ain't the same

Take notes on how I spit these flames

Rip shit and mix it with Southern slang

Kids, I'm giving you game

It's simple pimping, I've trained

Went from having holes in Black Tops

To top of this rap game

I still want the rims that don't listen

Check your reflection as they glisten

Stop at the light and they're steady spinning

Like your neck when I'm next to you pimping

Get looks from old people

When my bass shake their pacemaker

Your shit ain't hitting

If your speakers about as thin as paper

You're riding factory

And boy that there just hacks at me

I don't care if your engine broke

Just go to the store

And say you want yours bad as B's

Who that? Who that?

Humming with that bass in the trunk

Roll that, blow that

Smoking, ride smelling like skunk

Just know that

Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's

Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me

Who that? Who that?

Humming with that bass in the trunk

Roll that, blow that

Smoking, ride smelling like skunk

Just know that

Whether I'm bumping two twelve's or five fifteen's

Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me

Dallas, TX (left, right)

Dallas, TX (left, right)

Dallas, TX (left, right)

Dallas, TX (left, right)

Dallas, TX (left, right)

Dallas, TX (left, right)

Dallas, TX (left, right)

Dallas, TX (left, right)