B-Eazy — Before U See Me lyrics

Lyrics

Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk/
Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk/
Just know that whether I’m bumping 2 twelve’s or 5 fifteen’s/
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
I’m doing this one for the single ladies & the G’s/
Skating them 23's, blowing weed or riding D’s/
Or sliding on them gliding Spree’s/
Rimmed up & tinted up, can’t see who’s in that Chevy, fucker/
A pimp’s cup a pimp’s must, and we sippin syrup, sucker/
Pops had a Chevy Impala & chopped the top on his truck/
Shit, dropped it so low, swear if we hit a bump we would get fucked/
I’m grippin grain, damn near got a splinter in my hand/
Bending corners, banging UGK, I’m riding dirty man/
Got plenty dirty money wrapped up in them rubberbands/
I’m repping for the struggle of us hustlers here & other lands/
This the only brother that can/
Still kill the track and sound Southern man/
And yet, and still rep for Dallas/
Will bet a thou, you can’t beat me in a domino hand/
Shouts out to kinfolk in the pen/
Once you get out we gone blow it in the wind/
Sip cold Hypno, mix it with the Hen/
Ball the fuck out, then do it all again!/
That’s how it is when you’re riding in my city/
And often here’s what you’ll hear if you’re posted riding with me…
Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk/
Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk/
Just know that whether I’m bumping 2 twelve’s or 5 fifteen’s/
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Spell my name right: B-EAZY, kiss no ass/
Ashy to classy so fast, I’ll pop up in your hood with no pass/
And get head from the girls with no ass/
A hustler is what I’m know as/
I won’t stop like Diddy, need more cash/
Still claim to Roc-A-Fella like Dame Dash/
Dallas is where I was raised at/
Catch me on I-35 laid back/
Or in PT’s spending them paper stacks/
I’m a major cat, here to save this rap game!/
Cuz y’all cats steady rapping lame/
Jack your man’s flow and say it ain’t the same/
Take notes on how I spit these flames/
Rip shit & mix it with Southern slang/
Kids, I’m giving you game/
It’s simple pimpin, I’ve trained/
Went from having holes in Black Tops/
To top of this rap game! (Anyway)/
I still want the rims that don’t listen/
Check your reflection as they glisten/
Stop at the light & they steady spinning/
Like your neck when I’m next to you pimpin!/
Get looks from old people when my bass shake they pacemaker/
Your shit ain’t hitting if your speakers bout as thin as paper/
You riding factory, and boy that there just hacks at me/
I don’t care if your engine broke/
Just go to the store and say you want yours bad as B’s!
Who dat? Who dat? Humming with that bass in the trunk
Roll that, blow that/ Smoking ride smelling like skunk
Just know that whether I’m bumping 2 twelve’s or 5 fifteen’s
Bitch, you gone hear me, before you see me
Dallas, TX (left, right)