Lil Moonrock - Expeditiously

I am a stud, I am ballsy
I don't take no shit from anyone
I smoke my stogey anywhere I want
I don't have to find a hideout place like you
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Expeditious)
(Uh)
I'm winning the game and I do it with ease
I guess you can say I'm officially (bow)
The greatest to come out the valley
I keep dropping hits and I do it consistently (yeah)
They say that I'm washed they think i'll retire
They hating, they acting so finicky (huh)
I'm needing that bag expeditiously (ooh)
I don't need a sorry, no sympathy (bow)
I get in the car and I twist the key (yeah)
She take off her clothes oh so friskily
You don't know where she is, she over by me
She told me she lookin for bigger meat (damn)
Oh she a bad girl she from Italy (huh)
Aye she don't need no makeup, no Tiffany (ooh)
You don't know who I am, so go to the cloud
And then you could look up my trilogy (yeah)
She telling me you so soft (so soft)
I hit it real quick then I ghost off
Yeah I'm a real dick I show off
I got in the whip and I drove off (zoom)
Your mans, your mans, he hating
I hit up CJ's and I go and get faded
I'm sipping on Svedka, I'm tryna get wasted
She wearing them pants and I tell her I rate it (yeah)
X-rated, when it come up to the cut I make it (bow)
I smack on an eddy, it ain't basic
My strap going crazy, it's stainless (yeah)
Pop on a pussy, yeah I feel like Frank Woods
You singing all my songs cuz I'm writing great hooks (uh)
Really from the dirty, you be talking fake hoods (yeah)
They ain't really out here, but I bet they wish they could
Try to double back, but I read it like a book (woo)
Aim at your head, put up your hands
I feel like I'm Tory cuz I shot at your foot (yeah)
I take her to bed, I know she amazed
She let out a gasp when I showed her the goods (damn)
I'm counting the bread, I tackled the fame
I don't drop a miss man is that understood
I'm winning the game and I do it with ease
I guess you can say I'm officially (bow)
The greatest to come out the valley
I keep dropping hits and I do it consistently (yeah)
They say that I'm washed they think i'll retire
They hating, they acting so finicky (huh)
I'm needing that bag expeditiously (ooh)
I don't need a sorry, no sympathy (bow)

Written by:
Jacob Zeiner

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