Blac Youngsta – You Can See (feat. Lil Migo & Big Homiie G)

Blac Youngsta – You Can See (feat. Lil Migo & Big Homiie G) Lyrics

You Can See

Blac Youngsta (feat. Lil Migo & Big Homiie G)

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"You Can See." - Blac Youngsta (feat. Lil Migo & Big Homiie G)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 02:05 am

Album: Code Red

Track No: 12

What you pourin' up, bruh?
What you poured, huh?
Shit, Dreko
It feel like we dreamin'
Pussy **** dream, wise up
Gang gang
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
So what's up with these lil' ****? Must forgot I'm in the city
I stay strapped up with this glizzy, my 'stendos, they hold a fifty
You play, then it be a killing, I say that not to be silly
Got Ks with banana peels and they apin', let's start the bidding
Play with the gang, then we knock off your top (Top)
Young **** came from the block, I found me a route, it led me to guap
Thankin' the man that's up top, you know a lil' **** be hot as the pot
Doin' donuts off the lot, I grinded for everything I went and got (Damn)
Remember them nights I was tired, stop all the cryin' (Cryin')
Steady be sayin' I be lyin' (What?)
Know I'm out here on the grind, no time for these bitches, don't do wine and dine (Nah)
You can get cooked with the iron, I made me a living off spittin' these rhymes (Grrrt)
Who knew that ballin' a crime, I feel like LeBron when he in his prime (Swish)
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
Yeah, gang gang
I guess get money in my genes
I got the .44 with the beam
That's my favorite gun, I ain't never left it on the crime scene
If God'd never turned me to a millionaire, I promise I ain't really care
I'd be still servin' them fiends (What up?)
Still blowin' kush dope in the air
And I wanna thank my big brother for every fuckin' thing
These rap ****, they pussy
They ain't really exactly like they seem
I put that shit on my set
If you play with Migo, you gon' get hit with the machine
I took a private jet to NYC just to get some lean
I'm at the trap right now, you can come see me
I'ma serve you like a king
Mix the lean with my pineapple Fanta, you know I get stuck
Almost forgot what I did when I shot up my opps, you know I give no fucks
Had to remind myself and I went back again (What I do?) and killed my opps myself (Grrrt)
Everybody know what happened to that **** ran in my crib
I left that pussy on the steps, gang gang
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
Either way, I'm gon' get me some money
Some money
Kicked the bitch out, she ain't doin' nothin' for me
She ain't doin' shit for me
Let her tell it, she swearin' she love me
She love me
You know me, I ain't carin' 'bout nothin'
Ain't carin' 'bout nothin'
Put my heart in my pocket, I sat on it
I sat on it
Watch me jump ten-or-four, wanna bet on it?
Wanna bet on it?
I been poppin' these Percs, need to check on me
Need to check on me
So much drank in my cup, made a mess on me
Uh
Hit the bitch and I told her get lost
Get lost
Got a trap in the south, it get off
It get off
If it's smellin' like piss, then it's bought
Ooh
Scottie Pippen 'cause that what it cost
That's what it cost
Hit the gas, don't you hear the exhaust?
Skrrt, skrrt
This a Track', this bitch cost me some racks
Some racks
Couple hitters, they trail me in Scats
Skrrt, skrrt
Yellin' out, "Fuck 12," them facts
Them facts
Yeah
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (Nope)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a **** far as you can see (Nope)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Adarious Smith, Deondre Speaks & Dedrevian McDonald.

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