Tre'v - Beach Week (feat. Jet Plane)
We never crack under pressure
Always just kept it together
I swear we don't ever do telling
If its a problem I'm dealing
They can just tell when I walk and I speak
I keep it solid and I keep it G
Even before I could speak
Tell them what happened over beach week
We was just rolling up
Stoning up grown enough
Chief jays way before it was cool
We hit a park just to spark in the car
When we should have just met up with the group
And it must've been that boof
Big gas cause a whole lotta odor
Cotton mouth took a sip the water
Looked up 12 came round the corner
Without a warning
And just like that
All I could do was think I'm in the back
And a young nigga is black
How the fuck I'm gonna go out like that
But me and my nigga just shut up our trap
Most of you all niggas would go out like rat
Tekashi
Pullup at that place with stone face and hard body
Seen a few things I should not even copy
Yeah
Spent the night and left at 2
We was just trying to link with the crew
We was tryna get the whip
We was tryna get some food
Spanish homie came thru
Dropped us at the whip cuz I let him use my phone
We drove around gates and the cones
3 in the morning we gone
We never crack under pressure
Always just kept it together
I swear we don't ever do telling
If its a problem I'm dealing
They can just tell when I walk and I speak
I keep it solid and I keep it G
Even before I could speak
Tell them what happened over beach week
My brother told you
We got them papers but we ain't no folders
We was just tryna get stoned like some boulders
Who knew them Goofy's was coming to hold us
Tried to put pressure but kept it together
Cause I done seen bigger and badder before you
Tried to say that we'd be there for a week
But the next day I was high at the beach
We was some kids that got put in the system
With niggas that rob and be pushing them keys
We saw some shit that if I probably told you think that I took it all off of TV
A nigga got clocked and a shawty got choked
Had to make sure that we ain't get provoked
Cause I ain't trying to get hit with crossfire
Told my bro to put your back to the ropes
We ain't got too much more time left to go
Soon as we out we get back to the road
Back up to all of our sisters and bros
Back down to keeping our ten on our toes
We threw some parties and rolled up some cones
We took Bacardi shots straight to the dome
Kicked out our house at the end of the trip
I got my card as soon as I got home
Written by:
Jaylen Johnson, Trevon Rascoe
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