CodeineTeeski - Probably Be (Official Audio)

I am song writer, producer, rapper, and singer. I use an AI app to make songs. This is all for fun and the love for music and give ya’ll songs for a vibe. So, go ahead add this song to your playlist for everyday listen on YouTube. You may also find my channel on the app used to make these songs. The App is called “Suno”. My channel name on there is @CodeineTeeski Thank you for taking the time to listen for those who decide to tap, or click on this video. Leave a comment if you enjoyed, and please subscribe, and blam that like button for me Muddy. {LYRICS IN THE DESCRIPTION} 🔌 [Chorus] I made it out the floss without a suit and the grave I sip this soda potion to forget them dead faces On house arrest, but still trappin’ all day Ain’t got no trust, my heart so cold that’s for a bitch or a nigga I swear that if I had a dime for every time that I cried I probably be a millionaire If I had a dime for every time that I cried I probably be a trillionaire [Verse 1] Two double cups, crushed with some Adderall Sometimes I feel like I finally done lost it You know it pays to be the boss, locked in with trappers and scammers I need a bitch who be for me, down to fuck, cop her a ‘round trip Beam on that stick if he reachin’ shots ringin’ out through the town These bitches all for you and me, she eat the meat, you a clown nigga I spent my life behind bars, back out now tryna run up some mils Now I spit my life in all these bars, just so you can feel how I feel How the fuck am I seekin’ for her love, when I ain’t lovin’ myself After you leave, don’t give a fuck, back to ski masks and drills My brothers bleed out in these streets, that’s why we uppin’ them steels I need them Percocets in me, just like a smoker need meth I can’t keep fuckin’ with lil shorty, she ain’t good for my health Palm Angel Denim, Mike Amiri, more than one fit I can wear [Chorus] I made it out the floss without a suit and the grave I sip this soda potion to forget them dead faces On house arrest, but still trappin’ all day Ain’t got no trust, my heart so cold that’s for a bitch or a nigga I swear that if I had a dime for every time that I cried I probably be a millionaire If I had a dime for every time that I cried I probably be a trillionaire [Verse 2] She get cut off just like some scissors Why lil shorty, still callin’ my phone? It’s different levels to the system, been ballin all on my own Clutchin metal, tinted windows, 60 percent’ cause I’m rollin’ These niggas scared, trappin’ ain’t dead, hop out we bust it wide open Right now shit movin’ in slow motion, this purple potion I sip This 60 gang, crackin’ and rollin, this blue flag on my grip Opps got fetish for them bitches who switchin’ for them racks Don’t see how niggas fuckin’ with niggas who be some rats Don’t see how niggas lovin’ on bitches, be fuckin’ when they turn their backs And we on go, im on a mission, Ice on froze, this no cap. [Chorus] I made it out the floss without a suit and a grave I sip this soda potion to forget them dead faces On house arrest, but still trappin’ all day Ain’t got no trust, my heart so cold that’s for a bitch or a nigga I swear that if I had a dime for every time that I cried I probably be a millionaire If I had a dime for every time that I cried I probably be a trillionaire [Instrumental Outro]