Sy Ari Da Kid - Agree to Agree lyrics

[Intro: Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah And I got C's on the B, I agree to agree Yeah [Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah, I ain't the one you can reach, burner be under the seat I'm with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don't know what she wanna eat Ayy, no, you can't walk in my shoes, can't put your feet in my sneaks These ni**as not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID It's America, America, even when it's for free, it's a fee And you can be all you can be, still don't mean you can be around me Now I'm out in Atlanta, I just shot with Trouble, we running, we headed to Cheetah to eat They be taking thе flavor, they put out a single that sound like it's fеaturing me I agree to agree (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid] ni**as embarrassing, this ain't no "ni**as in Paris" I'm from a hood that's so dark, fu*k around and do the silhouette challenge (Yeah) They tryna get him off-balance, dressing like this with the salad Hold up, your season high is my minimum average Grow up, 'fore I turned twenty-one, they were like, "Man, this ni**a's a savage," sew it How can you say that we not the best? So I did sh*t with Khaled (Hi, daddy) Yeah, got my daughter just living so lavish, bragging This remind me of Iverson when he was missing his practice (Uh) [Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah, I ain't the one you can reach, burner be under the seat (Skrrt-skrrt) I'm with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don't know what she wanna eat (On me) Ayy, no, you can't walk in my shoes, can't put your feet in my sneaks These ni**as not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID It's America (America), America, even when it's for free, it's a fee And you can be all you can be, still don't mean you can be around me And I ride with that fire and I'm out of my mind And you'll probably go blind if you seen what I see (On God) I'm the ni**a that got all these hoes popping pussy, ho, I think I'm Kilo Ali I agree to agree (Woo) [Verse 2: Sy Ari da Kid] When was I in a drought? I hit from behind, then I'm out, ouch My mortgage too high to be spending a night at your house (Yeah) Why would you lie? Who could vouch? (Ayy) I might just go to your office computer 'cause I feel like signing you out (Ayy) I just might DM your BM and end up in her lil' vagina and mouth (Skrrt) I ain't these internet ni**as, they tripping, they must wanna die for the clout You know what I was about Ghetto Black ni**a in the burbs That ni**a give his word (Word) Bad b*tches getting curved (Swerve, skrrt) [Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid & Young Dro] Yeah, I ain't the one you can reach, burner be under the seat I'm with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don't know what she wanna eat Ayy, no, you can't walk in my shoes, can't put your feet in my sneaks These ni**as not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID It's America, America, even when it's for free, it's a fee And you can be all you can be, still don't mean you can be around me Now I'm out in Atlanta, I just shot with Trouble, we running, we headed to Cheetah to eat They be taking the flavor, they put out a single that sound like it's featuring me I agree to agree (Look, yeah) [Verse 3: Young Dro] Drift, Tokyo, Lamborghini (Yeah) Maserati Quattropeeny-fineeny (Hold up) Dro a nut like semen Riding in a Demon, and my lil' ho look like a genie (Yeah) Prada, we rocking it Louis V, open toe, flipping it, flopping it Dripping and dropping it Crissing and crossing it Talking 'bout you fresher than Dro, that is a mission impossible Birkins, copping 'em daily and croc-ing 'em Codeine and Fanta go down my esophagus (Uh) Cut the dope like Baraka (Uh) White bricks, Andy Milonakis I'm perping with pressure The pistol I'm packing, I'm popping I promise, I purchase a plethora Pumping it properly, pussy, she popping it, player Got your b*tch hot as a pepper I'm dining exquisite, no surfing and turfing Halibut straight out the sea with the urchins You see your b*tch at the spot, then she working I'm a big cat with dog food in the 'burban This is America fu*k with Young Dro from Atlanta, boy, this sh*t gon' get hysterical I ain't the one you can reach Fly as a bird with no motherfu*king feet, Dro [Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah, I ain't the one you can reach, burner be under the seat I'm with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don't know what she wanna eat Ayy, no, you can't walk in my shoes, can't put your feet in my sneaks These ni**as not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID It's America, America, even when it's for free, it's a fee And you can be all you can be, still don't mean you can be around me Now I'm out in Atlanta, I just shot with Trouble, we running, we headed to Cheetah to eat They be taking the flavor, they put out a single that sound like it's featuring me I agree to agree