Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik White
Songwriter
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
Writer(s): Malik White
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