Steezgode - Bell Bottoms

Know I’m worth a couple mil you buying front row tickets
Rock my stage where the kids can’t kill you
Seen a couple niggas couldn’t hang ‘round with you
I get geeked off a Sprite that got no mud up in it
My verses and hooks take ‘bout 35 minutes
Multiply it by ten till you get the backends
Don’t do no feature ‘less the bag can come with it
I’m 888 nigga I’m big on my bread
Travel the world got two bad bitches with me
Not one of them fat neither one of them skinny
Look at my drip we moved on from the skinnies
We rock the Bell Bottoms we ripped up Amiri
If she rock Filas you know that she trippin’
If that pussy was good you not gon’ catch me slippin’
Opps be outside keep that dick on a blicky
Go check the stat sheet might say that we trending
I copped the Bentley Mulsanne and it ain’t stock
You flexing the things you ain’t got
No diamonds but I take a plain watch
I dropped a rack on some skinnies you campin’ for shoes they ain’t even deadstock
We went from slums to the suburbs and no it’s not rented we own the damn spot
Chillin’ she hop in my business
She on the damn watch
You texting and fucking with bitches
She said I’m a hot shot
Baby come cry in the Bentley
Baby come cry in the Bentley
Baby come cry in the Bentley
I know you love and you miss me
I count my commas when I’m in the building
I call up Stunna he said he gon’ get it
Evading my taxes I’m keeping my riches
Q got a pack and ran off on some bitches
I’m a boss man I don’t need your equipment
Mr. Walked In so this drip is exquisite
Been pullin’ the strings I been pullin’ on switches
If this dick hits you you gon’ need some stitches
Know I’m worth a couple mil you buying front row tickets
Rock my stage where the kids can’t kill you
Seen a couple niggas couldn’t hang ‘round with you
I get geeked off a Sprite that got no mud up in it
My verses and hooks take ‘bout 35 minutes
Multiply it by ten till you get the backends
Don’t do no feature ‘less the bag can come with it
I’m 888 nigga I’m big on my bread
Travel the world got two bad bitches with me
Not one of them fat neither one of them skinny
Look at my drip we moved on from the skinnies
We rock the Bell Bottoms we ripped up Amiri
If she rock Filas you know that she trippin’
If that pussy was good you not gon’ catch me slippin’
Opps be outside keep that dick on a blicky
Go check the stat sheet might say that we trending
Not pushing no weight got a package that came through the back, I got the new Amiri’s
Put them hoes on like a wrestler I’m right up in it
Who fucking with me
I know my purpose bae know how to get you paid
King of my country been blessed since my birthing day
Pull up like the President ten men ahead of me
All I need is a girl that the Lord gave me heaven sent
How many songs do I need til’ I make it
And how many friends do I got that been hating
I got this talent they know I’m gon’ make it
Been making these songs just to run up my greatness (Hey)
My faction
Don’t listen to words without action (Aye)
No backend yeah
Thumbing these racks
Know I’m worth a couple mil you buying front row tickets
Rock my stage where the kids can’t kill you
Seen a couple niggas couldn’t hang ‘round with you
I get geeked off a Sprite that got no mud up in it
My verses and hooks take ‘bout 35 minutes
Multiply it by ten till you get the backends
Don’t do no feature ‘less the bag can come with it
I’m 888 nigga I’m big on my bread
Travel the world got two bad bitches with me
Not one of them fat neither one of them skinny
Look at my drip we moved on from the skinnies
We rock the Bell Bottoms we ripped up Amiri
If she rock Filas you know that she trippin’
If that pussy was good you not gon’ catch me slippin’
Opps be outside keep that dick on a blicky
Go check the stat sheet might say that we trending

Written by:
Emmanuel Essien

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