see me when you see me - c-mob lyrics
[verse 1: t*rock]
this is the season to get it so i’m working overtime
money is making me wicked, a disturbance in the mind
matter fact to be specific i got murder on the mind
bullsh*t about you b*tches
i deserve to get my shine
i’ve been pushing overtime, 24 hour the grind
in a dirty trap house but it’s still a gold mine
load the clip and mash out
hold your weight, i hold mine
off the muscle, i can make it double forty*four times
24 shine on my truck, the color of tropicana
chiefing weed the color of camo in a crucial manner
i leave unhappy campеrs of n*ggas who crack they hammers
snitching on a cb scanner
gеt you dead up in atlanta
playing rougher than montana with banana hammers c*cked em
and k!ll a n*gga like cancer is the only answer
mainly i pack a pistol
maniac with a missile
aim and release it to your brain if we having an issue
[hook: t*rock]
now if you find me
on the south side of the a with a pocket full of yay on the corner getting paid
now you can find me
filling in the lot blowing haze crunker than a mo*f*cking white t
french braids n*ggas
see me when you see me b*tch (b*tch) i ain’t hard to find hoe (x4)
[verse 2: c*mob]
c*mob
see me in that broke down factory building
attracted to villains
stressed out
i’m smoking blacks and i’m chilling
i pack what i’m dealing but i carry a mac when i’m illing
attack if you willing but yo blood will be actually spilling
yo cap will be peeling
and now i’m turning back to a villain
like frieza tackling krillin
i got a knack for the k!lling
wether i’m jacking a million or slanging crack to civilians
do what i gotta so my money will be stacked to the ceiling
i got a fetish for finger*f*cking .45s in the worst way
when i spit lyrics i’m immortalized when my words spray
whether it be my tongue, my gun one will shoot at ya
leaving your body numb, you’re done flung to lucifer
i never be faking my money i’m making em taking my baking and bringing it home
i’m doing whatever for cheddar, if you got a villainy you better leave it alone
b*tch i take ya 24s
leave you with a bl**dy nose
i planted the root of evil, watch how my money grows
[hook: c*mob]
now you could find me posted in the hoosier state
an indiana boy, f*ck with me i’ll bruise your face
and you can find me
sh*tting on these dudes that fake
i got em hating cause they jealous of the moves i make
what
see me when you see me b*tch, i ain’t hard to find hoe (x4)
[verse 3: monty carlo]
same bud lupes (yeah)
same n*gga new age (yeah)
headphones blaring, hoodied up with the the new j’s (okay)
getting top like tupees
i just let a few blaze (blaze)
me and c*mob in the chevy swerving new lanes (riding)
grinding in a few ways
allergic to the fugazi
real n*gga go*getter
sorry i don’t do lames
eyes low but my vision clearer than a blue*rays
money on my mind and i ain’t slip in a few days
i do this for my n*ggas who dead or they got some time (time)
trynna void em both i’m doing this for mine (mine)
my n*ggas know i’m with whatever when they hit my line (line)
small city low*key but i ain’t hard to find (nah)
from the bros to the hoes you know i’m with whatever (whatever)
hit me, tell me what you need, we’ll get it together
i’m trynna get the cheddar (cheddar)
so you can have a mommy
in the middle of the map is where you can find me
[hook: monty carlo]
you can find me somewhere in the middle of the map
breath smelling like yak rolling swishers by the pack
and you can find me
somewhere low*key getting dope
getting ready for a show, you know i’m always on the go
see me when you see me b*tch (b*tch) i ain’t hard to find hoe (x4)
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