Neako

Neako - Frequency

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[Hook]

Rolling with my g’s steady getting paper

But this weed is all we need

If you down to roll don’t let me know, know, know

Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

And I got stacks all on in my jeans

Money’s not the issue, but it’s something that we need

If you feel like me then let me know, know, know

Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

And I’m

Level up cause I’m skeeded though

I pick a flow on a killer track,

Then kill a track, you won’t believe it though

How I was living wasn’t reasonable

The money I saw wasn’t feasible

So I did what we agreed to do

We meaning us, us mean the crew, crew mean the call

That’s what I do

Fuck these niggas, young dumb being cool

Can’t respect y’all to love a nigga like me

Feel the pressure in the things I do

I think like them but it’s only times 3

Giovanci’s on, with this raunchy broad

You niggas can’t come to the blocks we on

Purchase cribs, custom cars, this thing of ours they ain’t not evolved

Lvl, that’s my set, wyat cell, that’s my set, zebra gang, that’s my set

Say it loud, with your chest

Little do they know I’m the fucking best

Couple levels then I’m at they necks

I done seen it all in this life of mine

I put it all on the dotted line

We on, we good, my mama out of the hood

Think we don’t slip, these niggas would if they could

My level’s up and I’m ready, lvl to the death

When them flows run, they run heavy

What did you expect, I’m

[Hook]

Rolling with my g’s steady getting paper

But this weed is all we need

If you down to roll don’t let me know, know, know

Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

And I got stacks all on in my jeans

Money’s not the issue, but it’s something that we need

If you feel like me then let me know, know, know

Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

Boy it’s writings on my wrist, the sports car on my neck bra

Careful when you talk bout me, I might be a connect bra

I hope on the curve, stumbling out of the car like I’m a rockstar

Flipping the bird, don’t know if you heard, but we are not y’all

Sippin slow but that ain’t lean, sipping rock in my canteen

Lv, the whole mile jeans, I’m whitney like Barbie

She all bank, whole maui, all green, Cherokee

Chopping trips, hotel suits, fitted cap with the big bing

Fin to get that range rover, my game done changed hoes

Make them front page hoes, and then watch y’all chase those

Blowing money fast, ain’t no issues how we living

Blowing pounds the ...super slow is how we sippin

Getting money from these shows, and that money come and go

To my family to my bros, you still hating, I don’t know why

But it’s cool, cause I keeped it, wyatt cell on my t shirt

...wyatt cell to the death of me, it’s no secret

[Hook]

Rolling with my g’s steady getting paper

But this weed is all we need

If you down to roll don’t let me know, know, know

Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

Oh man I got stacks all on in my jeans

Money’s not the issue, but it’s something that we need

If you feel like me then let me know, know, know

Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

And I’m

I put in work for this fancy shit

Late night I was right there, just waiting on some ancy shit

My own mama couldn’t tell me shit

My own father couldn’t sell me tips

All I knew, I would soon be rich

Suited up and I’m realing baby, broke as fuck and it drove me crazy

Gone in the wind that night, alone not a friend in sight

Doing what I felt was right, controlling my life

Cause I was born poor when it come to bread

But filthy rich cause in my head, was million dollar ideas nigga

I built them over these years nigga

Now I’m high on the way to the bank,

Taking a while cause I’m sipping that drink

The money right there and it going nowhere

It ain’t got no legs, fuck you think?

And I won’t stop till I get that big old brinks truck

My bitch bad as fuck, wearing minx, yup

Love how I switch up the flow like that

Love how I move up the beat like that

Fall of track then come right back

No way you matching my frequency

Made men, they eat with me

Model bitches they creep with me, I’m

[Hook]

Rolling with my g’s steady getting paper

But this weed is all we need

If you down to roll don’t let me know, know, know

Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

Oh man I got stacks all on in my jeans

Money’s not the issue, but it’s something that we need

If you feel like me then let me know, know, know

Yeah, we sippin, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.

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