Quentin Miller - Fleece lyrics
[Quentin Miller - Fleece lyrics]
Yeah three
TA3, yeah, HT-HTA haha
Fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
She on me, what y'all think, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets
Shit is epic, no LA reed
It's getting hectic, niggas want to compete
They getting reckless
All the energy directed at me
Has been pretty negative
I'm checked up no matter where I'm in
Even when I had to purchase
From the clearance rack
Just kicking fat, first check tech
Fleece, no more jeans, yeah
Chris nolan the scene when he on scene, yeah
Flow on, interstellar, I'm with whatever
You getting jealous, I'm getting better
I'm lit as ever
Tech fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets, yeah
Salva back on my beat, back on my-wait, uh
Wait
Oh, we're talking rap and stuff
I hit the track and bring it back
To the Saint Valentines Day Massacre
Damn, trigger finger on fleek
I'm gonna squeeze it
A situation with me, you don't need, yeah
Tell fill in the blank to drop a bomb on it
Which ever DJ's name
You all should be on it i ball yearly on it
Like Paul Pierce or something
Instead of dissing someone
Go out and get you something
When keeping it real goes wrong
That's what some of y'all careers been on
Damn homie
A few month ago you was the man homie
The fuck happened to you?, aw man
Check fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
She on me, what y'all think, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets, yeah
Salva on the beat, HTA3, yeah haha, yeah!
TA3, yeah, HT-HTA haha
Fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
She on me, what y'all think, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets
Shit is epic, no LA reed
It's getting hectic, niggas want to compete
They getting reckless
All the energy directed at me
Has been pretty negative
I'm checked up no matter where I'm in
Even when I had to purchase
From the clearance rack
Just kicking fat, first check tech
Fleece, no more jeans, yeah
Chris nolan the scene when he on scene, yeah
Flow on, interstellar, I'm with whatever
You getting jealous, I'm getting better
I'm lit as ever
Tech fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets, yeah
Salva back on my beat, back on my-wait, uh
Wait
Oh, we're talking rap and stuff
I hit the track and bring it back
To the Saint Valentines Day Massacre
Damn, trigger finger on fleek
I'm gonna squeeze it
A situation with me, you don't need, yeah
Tell fill in the blank to drop a bomb on it
Which ever DJ's name
You all should be on it i ball yearly on it
Like Paul Pierce or something
Instead of dissing someone
Go out and get you something
When keeping it real goes wrong
That's what some of y'all careers been on
Damn homie
A few month ago you was the man homie
The fuck happened to you?, aw man
Check fleece on fleek, she on fleek, yeah
She on me, what y'all think, yeah
ATL in my speech, LA streets, yeah
Salva on the beat, HTA3, yeah haha, yeah!