Lyrics: Noah Becker
Music: Noah Becker
I don’t do gang stuff
Baby just pimp walk
Sammy Sosa we slug
I don’t kiss I just hug
Contraband designer drug
I’m Lethal with my left
Cardiac arrest
Homicidal thoughts
when I’m getting stressed
Controversial people
Guns drawn like it’s the Wild West
Play it on babygrand
Tripple Stack peanut jelly man
Shut down the system
Put on my yankee cap
Fight for existence
Time to get lifted
I’m a hot Steppa
Don’t dance just krumpin
Yea I’m so thankful
God gave the gift of
Keys to the kingdom
Puffin buzzin
Call me mclovin
Yes I’m so special x2
Million dollar deals
Ya I write cursive
I just got diamonds
All my fingaz
I’m not commercial
I’ll switch the style up
Cowgirl or reversal
I Don’t need rehearsal
I’m a revolution
Girl put your phone down
No need for picturesx2
Instagram it’ll kill ya watch it be postponing all the dreams you makin bout to hit the ceiling
Tell em im gon eat yo
Then watch the heat win
I love queens x 2
God gave gift of
Baby I’m just tryna let my hair down
You got me so crazy tryna make me melt down
Every time that we touchdown
Ah I’m gon take you with me let’s go Freetown
Yeah you know I’m tryna lay down
Yeah baby I’m tryna chill now
I’m gon take you downtown yeah gon miss you baby yea you my girl now
Damn baby dance baby
NB with a big appetite got 2 socks on my but shirt fitted right
Playing it cool
I’ll be here for the night
Damn baby tryna let my hair down
Damn baby damn baby
Find out where we stay now
Tryna fu fu
Did they put us on the front page
Damn baby
Shit I’m tomahawk the whole league now
duendita - damn baby damn
Yeah yeah yeah