Bleachers Lyrics – Deezy216
Singer: Deezy216
Title: Bleachers
9th grade I’m in the bleachers, first car was a Kia
Now I’m charging for the features, and now it’s like f#ck all my teachers
Yea I’m Smokin on that reefer, I feel like a little Khalifa
My brother whipping in the beamer, I pour up a pint in the liter
Yea, I’m flexing these bands wit ya b#tch, poppin these xannies and sh#t
I don’t give a sh#t, I might throw a rack at ya b#tch, then hop in the whip
And beat up the clit, then pass the b#tch off to the clique, I’m done wit that sh#t
My mind on the money I’m hitting these licks, I burn through the zip
And don’t еven trip, I make a few racks whеn I cut up the brick
I throw the ones with these hoes, never make time in advance for these hoes
I’m cool with the bros, I stay on my toes, I’m never gon fold
I keep it a hundred I’m chasing the roll
Dab on em with the Rollie, no cheap hoes need freak hoes
I stayed down that’s G code, you disappear like Nemo
My b#tch white like kilos, ain’t Drizzy Drake no free smoke
I’m charging yo #ss for the pack
The only people getting benefits was the people who helped put the Ville on the map
Everybody talking trap trap trap trap, but no one really even trap trap like that
Oh yea, nobody had my back, f#ck it I do it myself
You can tell by the chains an the belts that I got it myself, I ain’t had no wealth
I got these bands by myself, I did this sh#t with no help
I was out serving them bells, and breakin down shells
f#ck 12 I never tell, you can throw me in the cell, woah woah
Smash on ya b#tch, pass her to Brodie, I’m off the sh#t, pouring the Codeine
Ya b#tch on my dick and she thottin for free
What you gon do when she mobbin for me
What you gon do when she get on her knees
How you gon feel when she suckin a g
How you gon feel when she passed through the team
How you gon feel when she passed through the team
9th grade I’m in the bleachers, first car was a Kia
Now I’m charging for the features, and now it’s like f#ck all my teachers
Yea I’m Smokin on that reefer, I feel like a little Khalifa
My brother whipping in the beamer, I pour up a pint in the liter
9th grade I’m in the bleachers, first car was a Kia
Now I’m charging for the features, and now it’s like f#ck all my teachers
Yea I’m Smokin on that reefer, I feel like a little Khalifa
My brother whipping in the beamer, I pour up a pint in the liter
How you gon feel, gon feel, when she down to f#ck with a G
She rollin, she rollin, she rollin, she rollin, she rollin with me
Ain’t given her back, I ain’t given her back, and she done f#ck all of the Gs
And even at that, I had to doubt that, that she catching all the diseases
Cuz you can not roll it with me, oh no
Made it from the bottom now we gettin it
Everyday’s a holiday we staying lit
Yo b#tch is my present f#ck her when she strip
Her motions with my hands like on some Disney sh#t
I’m getting it, I’m getting by, my team they ride do homicide
Ya b#tch has got this lit disguise, I”m lit lit on the Percocet
I cannot die, no suicide, I gets gets so lit lit
Im big b#tch I’m on fire I burned out that back tire aw yea
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