Level Up

Ladies it's your favorite
The one you wanna bae wit
The side where all the real ones reside I'm a native
King Class
Cooler than the coolest
What I sprayed on my garments make yo girl go foolish
Don't play wit it girl go stupid
Go
Radio slow
She said them ain't no shots
I made her throw it back some moe
After them backs gave that back a shot and hit the doe
Then it's to money that's word to lil bro
Check up Check up
My step have'm messed up
Double triple that check up
No double dribble I'm next up
Most high real it so bless up
Lil dog what you doin huh
You ain't get paper
This ko be what you get if blockin this Laker
Ballin
Flawless jargon even if I'm jogging
Silky as the soul of Marvin
Yo chick hole gon need de clogging

Ride'n round town
Wit the window down
Feel like I'm in the air
I'm so high I'm so high I'm so high
I'm to high to here from way up here
Level up
I'm a level up
Yeah you fresh but my fresh just a level up
Yeah you clean but my clean just a level up
Started wit a lil cream now I'm leveled up

Ho you could never ever
Ever ever
Get wit me I'm from a better era
If April show me she jones'n for D
I bet I shreadder
Watch her Bbop on my Rock let her
Get in the ride
Feel the interior inside
Slidin them things to the side
I'm gas break dip
Repeat at fast pass Lyft
Then glide
That's Clyde
I'm Genius 1 4th of the illest quad
Hi sign the cleanest
Still torch and tuck yo pride
Drippin wit cool she get the scent of that all
Insider word to flu
Thallium on high volume she value my valiance
And yo backdrop smell like bathroom
This courtesy of the back of the classroom
Cool kids bap boom
Don't lane me give class
Room
That a tbt no eyes you can see we G
Food for thought no EBT
Leave her fiend'n for the BBC
Look I'm vicious no sub glitches
I lift it no love wishes
No ish's or suffixes
I AM
I AM



Credits
Writer(s): Wayne Mason
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