Erreon Lee - THAT lyrics

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 n***a 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 n***as on loose leaf, girls point like who he? They friends say that's E Lee That boy about that action, real n***a no caption; That boy a fool, that boy a mess, gon pa** em that napkin. I'm k**a Cam in 02, got these n***as like Oh Boy That boy coming, he bar none, he still talking that old noise My girl say that I'm co*ky, 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 sh** 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 n***as ain't like WE, that bando is where I be Still rockin that white T, when I die, is when I sleep b**h n***as go gossip, real n***as go shoppin Spend it all then make it back, then repeat the sh** no problem I'm tired of hearing about models; I'm tired of hearing about bottles We see the sh** like every week, standing on them couches, we got em The family n***a 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 sh** is gon spank em That thirst real, that sh** a beast but not me; I can't chase em These gold chains like gold medals, n***a 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