Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik White
Malik White
Songwriter
Hunter Davis
Hunter Davis
Songwriter

Lyrics

Every time i come in the kitchen, u in the kitchen Im the got damn refrigerator Just talk to me nice Cuz u been talkin rudely Always in your feelings U so got damn moody Save the judgement bitch U must think yous' a jury Green triple beam Like its call of duty Show me your progression Speed it up im in a hurry Turn the lights on watch them scurry Off henny so im slurring They dont want war foreal They finna meet their doom They tuck their tails and run When they hear that war tune I know im kinda different Its always been that way Leeko aint ever been average even on an average day Im different, im different Got talent leeko gifted Its a bird its a plane The lean it got me lifted The henny got me leaning I defeated my demons I hope that money make u happy but dont make u different Money flippin like a backflip Money flippin gymnastics Dong ask me bout that case I dont even know what happened Niggas thinking they ready for war Til its war at your front door U think u ready for the bitch Til she hittin ya phone and she want more On the track wit lil quiet Raised in the 804 boy We aint gotta make much noise But dont make us start up a riot Lately im feeling inspired Feeling wavey like a palm tree I dont talk to to u So dont u talk to me Im ready for war like a navajo Im ready for smoke like its quantico Im knockin em down like some dominos Leeko ttg yeah im trained to go Cold world like an icicle On my 2 feet like bicycle When she leave got her walkin wobbly Leeko v im up next im a prodigy Young jaden im an icon Want a pic grab the nikon My chain bright turn the lights on Do what i say like simon They dont want war foreal They finna meet their doom They tuck their tails and run When they hear that war tune Hold up, hold up Did u hear something Shhh, lil quiet no noise I aint here nothing Always, floating In my mind its dark thoughts U better duck and run when them dark thoughts start Them dark thoughts talk, i lose control they take my soul I go psycho, watch em run like a sick nose We smoking big dope Blunts rolled extendo Pass 4 bad hoes and kick em out the back door I be in the back, wit my eyes rolled back Dressed all black Leave em cardiac arrest, heart attack No noise bitch, ayye yeah Just talk to me nice Cuz u been talkin rudely Always in your feelings U so got damn moody Save the judgement bitch U must think u a jury Green triple beam Like its call of duty Show me your progression Speed it up im in a hurry Turn the lights on watch them scurry Off henny so im slurring They dont want war foreal They finna meet their doom They tuck their tails and run When they hear that war tune I am different I i i am, different
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