Chuuwee - What We Started lyrics
[Chuuwee - What We Started lyrics]
665 Side With my nigga Ant Bailey
Jammin' Some of that new lil wayne slash baby
Take the lightrail to folsom outlets daily
Hittin licks at the vans store
Shoes by the casing
JFK High niggas steppin out pasty
Everybody asking where you get em
Can you lace me? Slangin out the garage we
Supplied the whole party
Oh, what a trend now look
What we done started
Lean that blue thang
Through the turning lane sitting on butter
Yea, that was my shit when
I was swerving burning rubber yea
Thats not to say we
Don't be serving muthafuckas
Since florin i had a knack for
Getting money ask my mother
It was me, and my nigga Ant Bailey
The many adventures of seen hella
Shit is was amazing
The shoe hustle was poppin had
The hood going crazy
We was stacking we was saving that flea
Market used to make my pockets wavy
Volvo on vogues with my nigga Matt Holmes
This was way before a nigga
Ever heard of Elk Grove
I used to sell zones sell
Phones Cigarello 2 bones
At punjab international pumpin my newest song
On my way to florin lightrail
Take this trip to the outlets solo
On my dolo niggas might tell
Summer school time bad bitches
On my line hell meet me at the 4th Ave
Station bring yo fliest friend
South Side niggas stay trill
After i bust this knock im finna
Snatch me up a grill
B and Blank Mart white t's how i feel
Pair of vans so fresh feel like
Soap was on my heel
Approach the destination with this
Chicken in my ear
My niggas nick and Floyd front and center
Matt and bailey in the rear
When we get u in this bitch you knw the drill
All the Cassics in the
Front all the clearance
In the rear make a dash for it
Jammin' Some of that new lil wayne slash baby
Take the lightrail to folsom outlets daily
Hittin licks at the vans store
Shoes by the casing
JFK High niggas steppin out pasty
Everybody asking where you get em
Can you lace me? Slangin out the garage we
Supplied the whole party
Oh, what a trend now look
What we done started
Lean that blue thang
Through the turning lane sitting on butter
Yea, that was my shit when
I was swerving burning rubber yea
Thats not to say we
Don't be serving muthafuckas
Since florin i had a knack for
Getting money ask my mother
It was me, and my nigga Ant Bailey
The many adventures of seen hella
Shit is was amazing
The shoe hustle was poppin had
The hood going crazy
We was stacking we was saving that flea
Market used to make my pockets wavy
Volvo on vogues with my nigga Matt Holmes
This was way before a nigga
Ever heard of Elk Grove
I used to sell zones sell
Phones Cigarello 2 bones
At punjab international pumpin my newest song
On my way to florin lightrail
Take this trip to the outlets solo
On my dolo niggas might tell
Summer school time bad bitches
On my line hell meet me at the 4th Ave
Station bring yo fliest friend
South Side niggas stay trill
After i bust this knock im finna
Snatch me up a grill
B and Blank Mart white t's how i feel
Pair of vans so fresh feel like
Soap was on my heel
Approach the destination with this
Chicken in my ear
My niggas nick and Floyd front and center
Matt and bailey in the rear
When we get u in this bitch you knw the drill
All the Cassics in the
Front all the clearance
In the rear make a dash for it