Easy by Ownlane Dre Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
95 for a line you can't afford this high
My bitch said 1 more strike, I can't afford to lie
Nigga made a Gofundme, can't even afford to die
Grew up on value meals, I'm eating Morton's now
When I was young, and silver-spooned, I'm paying mortgages now
Spikes sticking out the Loubs like a porcupine
Blowing me up for the sauce that shit annoying guy
You loadin' up with no Bins that shit a pointless try
Spilled some lean on my Gucci's pass me a table cloth
Niggas always talkin' money but they cable off
Niggas steady beating hoes, that shit gay and soft
This shit ain't happen overnight, I been getting off
No opp hoes at the crib, I took her to the loft
Fuck the city, i'm in Auburn Hills playin' golf
Heard they say they fucking with us, tell em knock it off
A freak (?) on my verse, she want to top me off
Uppin' cheese, yo mans broke, you is not a boss
12 flick us with a stick you know it's getting tossed
I'd be lying if I said I never took a loss
Don't pass me no spring water only drinking Voss
If I like it then I cop I never check the cost
This a fucking Fendi tee, I stopped wearing Lacoste
She threw it back and I caught it, like i'm Randy Moss
Dawg ain't got no fuckin' drip, ain't got no fucking sauce
You heard I ran with a mag, that shit is fucking false
On my way to the O, my white bitch at Walsh
223s hit ass, they gotta check his pulse
Rizzy got on Raf Simmons look like some Yeezy Salts
Boy don't up that fucking roll if it ain't 5 or better
I can't fuck just anything I like 9's or better
My bitch tripin' said "We don't spend no time together"
Can't beat the system they give yo ass bond or tether
1300 for this coat I wouldn't mind the weather
(?) so cold, even got the feinds buying testers
Teachers askin' me how im putting dimes together
I told they ass I'm a local clothing line investor
But I was lyin', juggin' hams I spent time at Western
Gave away my old sauce I'm a retired veteran
Sold a ham a fake Perc he blowed off Excedrin
Fire bomb a nigga crib call it 9/11
95 for a line you can't afford this high
My bitch said 1 more strike, I can't afford to lie
Nigga made a Gofundme, can't even afford to die
Grew up on value meals, I'm eating Morton's now
When I was young, and silver-spooned, I'm paying mortgages now
Spikes sticking out the Loubs like a porcupine
Blowing me up for the sauce that shit annoying guy
You loadin' up with no Bins that shit a pointless try
Spilled some lean on my Gucci's pass me a table cloth
Niggas always talkin' money but they cable off
Niggas steady beating hoes, that shit gay and soft
This shit ain't happen overnight, I been getting off
No opp hoes at the crib, I took her to the loft
Fuck the city, i'm in Auburn Hills playin' golf
Heard they say they fucking with us, tell em knock it off
A freak (?) on my verse, she want to top me off
Uppin' cheese, yo mans broke, you is not a boss
12 flick us with a stick you know it's getting tossed
I'd be lying if I said I never took a loss
Don't pass me no spring water only drinking Voss
If I like it then I cop I never check the cost
This a fucking Fendi tee, I stopped wearing Lacoste
She threw it back and I caught it, like i'm Randy Moss
Dawg ain't got no fuckin' drip, ain't got no fucking sauce
You heard I ran with a mag, that shit is fucking false
On my way to the O, my white bitch at Walsh
223s hit ass, they gotta check his pulse
Rizzy got on Raf Simmons look like some Yeezy Salts
Boy don't up that fucking roll if it ain't 5 or better
I can't fuck just anything I like 9's or better
My bitch tripin' said "We don't spend no time together"
Can't beat the system they give yo ass bond or tether
1300 for this coat I wouldn't mind the weather
(?) so cold, even got the feinds buying testers
Teachers askin' me how im putting dimes together
I told they ass I'm a local clothing line investor
But I was lyin', juggin' hams I spent time at Western
Gave away my old sauce I'm a retired veteran
Sold a ham a fake Perc he blowed off Excedrin
Fire bomb a nigga crib call it 9/11