THAT

[Verse 1: Erreon Lee]

I’m on I5 with this young dime, as I push the gas in this coupe, them speakers blaring, her hair blowing cuz this Rati missing that roof

She strapped the buckle, she smiled at me, she told me bae I’m ready;

20 cops in the review mirror, I shouted out aye come get me. Uh’

That nigga I been that, yo girl I’m in that; Got weight, lift that, I ball, gym rat

In my city I’m 23, I murder niggas on loose leaf, girls point like who he? They friends say that’s E Lee

That boy about that action, real nigga no caption; That boy a fool, that boy a mess, gon pass em that napkin. I’m killa Cam in 02, got these niggas like Oh Boy

That boy coming, he bar none, he still talking that old noise

My girl say that I’m cocky, I’m underrated why not be? I take her home; I lay her down and knock it out the park like Papi

Waiting on the day that they try me, pistol grip on that shottie

If you hate me then I’m sorry, I stunt for fun that’s my hobby

Will I change? No sir, no mam I’m no clerk, got franklins but I’m no Kirk, I’m 2Pac, No shirt

The rap game changed, this shit sad; if yall like it, I love it

24/7, 12 months, 365 I’m hustling. Uh’

[Chorus: Sydonie]

We really outchea, & you know where the team at

We got the city and you know we really mean that

They be chasing em but we ain't really on that

We hear em talking but we know that they don’t want that

We really outchea, & you know where the team at

We got the city and you know we really mean that

They be chasing em but we ain't really on that

We hear em talking but we know that they don’t want that

[Verse 2: Erreon Lee]

Gold chains, black T; Red girl, white jeep

I suggest don’t try me, Dallas Tex my id

These niggas ain't like WE, that bando is where I be

Still rockin that white T, when I die, is when I sleep

Bitch niggas go gossip, real niggas go shoppin

Spend it all then make it back, then repeat the shit no problem

I’m tired of hearing about models; I’m tired of hearing about bottles

We see the shit like every week, standing on them couches, we got em

The family nigga we go crack; got no lack, take no naps

We hit once don’t go back, that strip club, we throw racks

Walk in and they know me, I stand out no low key

Betta lay low if he owe me, I’ll let em have it, no fee

He gave his city that facelift and its only right that they thank em

I pull up slow in that new whip and you know the shit is gon spank em

That thirst real, that shit a beast but not me; I can't chase em

These gold chains like gold medals, nigga everyday I win races. Ah’

[Chorus: Sydonie]

We really outchea, & you know where the team at

We got the city and you know we really mean that

They be chasing em but we ain't really on that

We hear em talking but we know that they don’t want that

We really outchea, & you know where the team at

We got the city and you know we really mean that

They be chasing em but we ain't really on that

We hear em talking but we know that they don’t want that