Leehis Jr. feat. Shaun Mbah, Big Daddy Kave, Ictooicy & R¥DA -
Lacoste (feat. Big Daddy Kave, Ictooicy, R¥DA & Shaun Mbah ) - Single
Lacoste (feat. Big Daddy Kave, Ictooicy, R¥DA & Shaun Mbah )
Walk in this bitch like a boss
Crocodile tears my nigga Lacoste
Rosary on top of my chest for niggas who cross me
Sticks will send you to the Lord like we playing hockey
Rose and D'usse and Henny I'm starting to feel like
Boss nigga
Imma talk my shit
Promise you ain't never seen it done like this oh no
Nigga don't touch my shit
Yeah I got the drive
But I never bought a whip oh no
I'm the type to run over a red light
Imma zoom zoom zoom through the whole night
I'm feeling like Ali
You cannot stop me
Feel like imma party on a Tuesday
Trust me I don't care whatever you say baby
Finna put my baby in red bottoms
All these fake niggas trust me you don't want no problems
Dropping all these hits like it's a hobby
I don't trust no single body but me
Walk in this bitch like a boss
Crocodile tears my nigga Lacoste
Rosary on top of my chest for niggas who cross me
Sticks will send you to the Lord like we playing hockey
Rose and D'usse and Henny I'm starting to feel like
Need no introduction
Baby I done paid my dues
Drip, wanna slip with the crew
Whip with a wap that don't snooze
Need a lake not a pool
An estate couple cakes
Pagani pauget
Roll a jet
Orange space the connect
Let's have champagne with crystals
Let it melt in your mouth
Just a kid from the tribe
Red bottoms, I walk out
Yo it's still two cars speeding in the street
Different coloured chains yeah I keep that baby mink
If he talking beef, he gon' need a receipt
Cause I ain't giving promo to boost a nigga steaze
Walk in this bitch like a boss
Crocodile tears my nigga Lacoste
Rosary on top of my chest for niggas who cross me
Sticks will send you to the Lord like we playing hockey
Rose and D'usse and Henny I'm starting to feel like
I'm never playing no games
This shit is not no 2k
You know I study the greats
Then go and do it my way
I never see all the shade
Call me Stevie maybe Ray
I never handle no K's
You know my name
Not Tay-K
Look at the bars I lay
Look at the bar that I set
Look at the team that you rep
I'm never watching my step
I do not hear what you say
Speaking on me that's a violation
That shit could cost you, annihilation
Nah I'm only playing
Don't hit my line 'less it's for the pay
I do not care
I am not your pal
I'm not your buddy no way no how
Throw dirt on my name
I cannot allow
Walk in this bitch like a-
Starting to feel like
I'm working in maintenance
Way shawty leaking
I mean it's just evident
Hop out the jet again
Hop in a 'vette again
Flooded my wrist
Niggas think it's a chandelier
Fiji I'm sipping
Got fruits on my plate
If we beefing with niggas we turn 'em to steak
You just here for the night, no you not here to stay
Now I'm back at it ain't got no spatula I'm
Flipping the pack
Triple the bag
Oh you want some static and that
Gripping the Mac
My niggas gon' pull up and blast
No sending it back like
(Bang!)
(Bang!)
(Bang!)
(Bang!)
(Bang!)
Nigga open up
Bout to smoke em up
Cross on my chest 'cause my demons ain't letting up
Nigga thought he could cross me, ain't no zebra huh
X marks the spot and it was right on his medulla
(Pow!)
He thought about it but it's over now
Walk in this bitch like a boss
Crocodile tears my nigga Lacoste
Rosary on top of my chest for niggas who cross me
Sticks will send you to the Lord like we playing hockey
Rose and D'usse and Henny I'm starting to feel like Rick Ross
Crocodile tears my nigga Lacoste
Rosary on top of my chest for niggas who cross me
Sticks will send you to the Lord like we playing hockey
Rose and D'usse and Henny I'm starting to feel like
Boss nigga
Imma talk my shit
Promise you ain't never seen it done like this oh no
Nigga don't touch my shit
Yeah I got the drive
But I never bought a whip oh no
I'm the type to run over a red light
Imma zoom zoom zoom through the whole night
I'm feeling like Ali
You cannot stop me
Feel like imma party on a Tuesday
Trust me I don't care whatever you say baby
Finna put my baby in red bottoms
All these fake niggas trust me you don't want no problems
Dropping all these hits like it's a hobby
I don't trust no single body but me
Walk in this bitch like a boss
Crocodile tears my nigga Lacoste
Rosary on top of my chest for niggas who cross me
Sticks will send you to the Lord like we playing hockey
Rose and D'usse and Henny I'm starting to feel like
Need no introduction
Baby I done paid my dues
Drip, wanna slip with the crew
Whip with a wap that don't snooze
Need a lake not a pool
An estate couple cakes
Pagani pauget
Roll a jet
Orange space the connect
Let's have champagne with crystals
Let it melt in your mouth
Just a kid from the tribe
Red bottoms, I walk out
Yo it's still two cars speeding in the street
Different coloured chains yeah I keep that baby mink
If he talking beef, he gon' need a receipt
Cause I ain't giving promo to boost a nigga steaze
Walk in this bitch like a boss
Crocodile tears my nigga Lacoste
Rosary on top of my chest for niggas who cross me
Sticks will send you to the Lord like we playing hockey
Rose and D'usse and Henny I'm starting to feel like
I'm never playing no games
This shit is not no 2k
You know I study the greats
Then go and do it my way
I never see all the shade
Call me Stevie maybe Ray
I never handle no K's
You know my name
Not Tay-K
Look at the bars I lay
Look at the bar that I set
Look at the team that you rep
I'm never watching my step
I do not hear what you say
Speaking on me that's a violation
That shit could cost you, annihilation
Nah I'm only playing
Don't hit my line 'less it's for the pay
I do not care
I am not your pal
I'm not your buddy no way no how
Throw dirt on my name
I cannot allow
Walk in this bitch like a-
Starting to feel like
I'm working in maintenance
Way shawty leaking
I mean it's just evident
Hop out the jet again
Hop in a 'vette again
Flooded my wrist
Niggas think it's a chandelier
Fiji I'm sipping
Got fruits on my plate
If we beefing with niggas we turn 'em to steak
You just here for the night, no you not here to stay
Now I'm back at it ain't got no spatula I'm
Flipping the pack
Triple the bag
Oh you want some static and that
Gripping the Mac
My niggas gon' pull up and blast
No sending it back like
(Bang!)
(Bang!)
(Bang!)
(Bang!)
(Bang!)
Nigga open up
Bout to smoke em up
Cross on my chest 'cause my demons ain't letting up
Nigga thought he could cross me, ain't no zebra huh
X marks the spot and it was right on his medulla
(Pow!)
He thought about it but it's over now
Walk in this bitch like a boss
Crocodile tears my nigga Lacoste
Rosary on top of my chest for niggas who cross me
Sticks will send you to the Lord like we playing hockey
Rose and D'usse and Henny I'm starting to feel like Rick Ross
Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Mbah
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