THAT by ERREON 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 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
[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