Tre Loaded- Highs Lows Mids (Official Music Video)

Описание: The Official Music Video for “Highs Lows Mids” by Tre Loaded

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LYRICS:
I’m countin’ chicken, cookin’ shii up like a kitchen
We fye that boy up like a hibachi
You niggas bitchin’, I put myself in position
Remember days rockin’ Huaraches, no competition
They see I’m fly as a pigeon
Pop sh*t, people say that I’m cocky
Ain’t with the snitchin’, and I got more ammunition
These hollows, they hot as a Taki

Been in that mode, I still’ll get somethin’ sold
You just gotta hit my line
Keep me a pole, and they say that time is money
’Bout money, then I got the time
I’m doin’ shows, she tryna eat me up outta my clothes
’Cause she said that I’m fine
These niggas hoes, ready to tell on your partner
’Cause you got caught doin’ the crime
You never been in no action, you was hidin’ behind cars
I was gettin’ shii smackin’
You niggas rappin’ and cappin’, tryna live up to a image
I’m sittin’ back stackin’
We the ones makin’ shii happen
Hangin’ with apes, make a call and they get to attackin’
Won’t catch me doin’ no lackin’
I never hated gettin’ paid, I been makin’ transactions

Ayy, do what I say like I’m Breezy
Finna put two million up like I’m Peezy
Remember my first hunnid, been touchin’ so much dirty money
Got my hands greasy
And I be rappin’ ’bout shii that I’m doin’ or sh*t that I did
That’s why it’s so easy
And I been gettin’ to this pape
And my diamonds, they on Frosted Flake — share the cake, I ain’t greedy
Ayy, suck me up like a vacuum
I fuck with shawty ’cause she got brain, ha
How you gon’ be mad at me
Because your bih Fin’ the team? Na, shame on her
You puttin’ your mouth all in her
I’m puttin’ dick all in her, just came on her
I like to hit from back ’cause she know that ahh lookin’ fat
Got a thang on her

Uhh, don’t need a light
You can see all of this ice from miles away
I got a eater, and she ain’t leavin’ none up on the plate
Put the towel away
You niggas ain’t never been in the field
We hit shit in they lip, that’s a foul on the play
These niggas duckin’ and hidin’ from us
They ain’t tryna bump heads, so we found where he stay
Don’t wanna fuck, baby, I want your lips
You ain’t they type, I’ll take you on trip
I started rappin’, got paid off the rip
This money ain’t sh*t when you countin’ blue strips
Designer clothes, hoppin’ in new whips
Ion pop pills, but I got a few scripts
Remember tryna stack up a few thousand
Now I’m makin’ thousands off postin’ a clip

I’m countin’ chicken, cookin’ shii up like a kitchen
We fye that boy up like a hibachi
You niggas bitchin’, I put myself in position
Remember days rockin’ Huaraches, no competition
They see I’m fly as a pigeon
Pop shit, people say that I’m cocky
Ain’t with the snitchin’, and I keep more ammunition


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