Lyrics: Christopher Wilson
Music: Christopher Wilson/Tal Rochman/Nat James
(Yeah) Put a foot pedal on my gun
(Yeah) Put a foot pedal on my gun
(Yeah) Put a foot pedal on my gun
(Yeah) Put a foot pedal on my gun
(Yeah) From the foot to the floor with a pedal on it, I'ma whip that, get it, I'm gone (Gone)
Find me, north of the country, miles from where I'm from (I'm from)
Diggin' up Lee, tryna elevate and change what level I'm on (I'm on)
Stay diverse 'cause most of this verse is made of a really big gun (Big gun)
Extelligence back with the heat and a track for the gang (Gang)
Been away, but I showed up, beat and I'm back with a bang (Bang)
Re-re-rะตmix 'clusive, fam and I'm back to Milan ('Lan)
Switch up quick, don't lose it, give mะต them facts, when the fact hit a plan
I'ma make this quick, no mobo never done brisk
They told me I'd never be nothin' but a boy keep comin' and cookin' up hits
Ice chef like come out the wrist
On boy like part of the scripts
I'ma make this ol' less quick
Nobody stay for I flip this switch
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, flip it
(Yeah) Put a foot pedal on my gun
(Yeah) Racin', speed fast, pacin'
They wanna downgrade my placement but I won't stop this dream I'm chasin'
'Cause I been (I been) wait-wait-waitin', I been far too patient
Man won't play for the payment just to make it to the next statement
I swear I'm gon' bring it together, we get it, whatever, we come and tell 'em it's a rave (Rave)
Breakin' the barriers, cuttin' the measurements, makin' the plays (Plays)
Fully good on the pressure we pushin' the limit away ('Way)
We gettin' better than ever as soon as I step on the stage (Stage)
So sick, no mobo, no bricks
They told me, "Don't slip," but a carrier don't pickin' up hits
'Cause ice chef like come out the wrist
On boy like part of the scripts
I'ma make this ol' less quick
Nobody stay for I flip this switch
(Yeah)
(Yeah) Put a foot pedal on my gun
(Yeah)