Ahbel - Strawberry Lemonade/Sweet Tea (feat. Trey Vincent) Lyrics

Lazy
River
Schliterban
Im riding
See
My dm
Baby girl
Im sliding
Sharingan
You f*cking
With the vision
Not a hero
Maybe im a villain
OO
I do not know what to drink
Something that aint too sweet
Only 19
And im at my peak ppppp
Up too much
Nigga i can't sleep
Fuc it
I need me some cherry tea
Mostly red i dont do no pink
Grass stains on my brand new jeans
Only shoot when its from the three
Fuc it
I dont do shit for free
Fuc it
I dont do shit for free
Fuc it
I dont do shit for free
Nigga
Get me my cherry tea

Bars
Like a nigga doing 3 to life
For a weed charge
Back in 95
Im a living
Legend
Who was born in 19
99
I throw rollies
To the homies
Niggas need to pass the time
Shit
Gold might glitter
I don't really care
Cuz my chain on silver
Silver lining
Broke ass nigga
I rock vans
Cuz those hoes cheaper
Cracking cups
And breaking beakers
Free to be free
Nigga i can't pay
Shop to be clean
Give my money away
For a fresh pair of js
Blowin a rack
On the black pair yeezys
Beautiful
Breezy
Thugger girl
Oo oo

I need assets
Skipping classes
Cheefing rapping
Things i do
Study after
Quizzes due
I can't ball
But i still hoop
I can't dance
But i still shoot
Shooting over
Kobe bryant
Im the goat
You can't deny it
You don't like me?
Why you lying?
Greatest nigga out
The f*ckin states
All my niggas eating
Grab a plate

Let me pour you something colder
You aint used to being sober
You miss them miami beaches
And them late night sangrias
Let me show you something sweet
Let me show you something sweeter

Spit sweet sixteens
Like a white girls party
Dont do drugs
But i might pop mollies
I wont sign less
My team get a deal
I wont sign for
No less than a mill
I only talk bout millions
Dream bigger than
A nigga named glligan
Free bobby shmurda
Niggas in search of
A hot new nigga
Better chill
Cuz thats prolly me
Niggas been screaming
My name in the streets
Ahbel nigaa
Just dont say able
A-h-b-e-l
Dont no need help
Cuz i do shit for myself
But i still need features
Focused on futures
I drive 45 down on cooper
If you aint a homie
Then i aint gon scoop ya
Shit
Thats tuff
Better call you a uber

Let me pour you something colder
You aint used to being sober
You miss them miami beaches
And them late night sangrias
Let me show you something sweet
Let me show you something sweeter

Black on black
Like a nigga from kenya
Black on black
Like i want my tesla
Black on black
Is they favorite
Crime rates
Cold ass dude
Nigga that's my climate
I mean climate
I stay quiet
Move with the crew
But our steps stay silent
Imma go off
Nigga imma start wylin
Just killed this verse
But i ain't that violent

Lemme clear my conscious
I been dealing with some monsters
Tired of fake ass friends
I'm gon take they ass to fosters
I Hate dealing with my problems
Pushing shit under my bed
Blonde on my arm
Blonde on my head
The future is free
Like blonde at the end

Sweet it's pretty sweet
Sweet it's pretty sweet
Sweet it's pretty sweet
Sweet it's pretty sweet

Sweeter than the summer honey suckle
Sweeter than the platinum when its double
Sweeter when I spring up out my struggle
Sweeter than the cookie when it crumble

Bitter if I do not really like you
Bitter like when I was back in high school
Back when I would say I rap to sound cool
Then I started rapping cuz I sound cool