Levels (feat. Lowkey Lexxx)
Burn so much tree is a forest fire
Said imma quit but the devil a liar
Should've gave me a blunt not a pacifier
Cause you know lil baby gon smoke til she tired
Put ya hand back you dont know me
Talkin bout pass that bitch, muthafucka I'm Kobe
How I let him fuck without coppin me a Rollie
Gotta chalk that up to the old me
Slippin on my pimpin
Thought Kashdoll taught me different
Fucked with a real nigga now I see the difference
Play these fuck boys to a distance
All blue hundred I need my money crippin
Tight my faucet bitch I'm drippin
Strap on my waist like click it or ticket
You say you want a bad bitch you see I'm a misfit
Let me lick the honey off of that biscuit
Knock the stuffin off that egg McMuffin
You either fuckin for love or you fuckin for something
But imma tell yo grandma you out here fuck for nothin
You nigga suckas and frontin
Sucka muthafuckas frontin for nothing
Pyro live on the scene
Somebody just might get shat on
Yeah I got a girl but if that ass Ill store yo number in a flip phone
Put some loyalty on it
All that sucka shit we ain't never condone it
These hoes Randy Moss for the money we throwing
I bet the light shine on us through the shade they throwing
Let the beat keep goin
I'm on a whole nother level
In a whole nother zone
In a whole nother world
In a class of my own
Look up at the sky tryna get on my level
Stilts on yo tippy toes just to get on my level
You gon need a space shuttle just to get on my level
Take a selfie with the moon and you still ain't on my level
Pretty bitch with my edges laid
Should've known somebody gon throw some shade
Etha show me the money or get out the way
But imma get to the money eitha motherfuckin way
I think it hateration in this danceari
I think money turn me on sexually
If its bills all paid I'm as wet as can be
Work too damn hard to be fuckin for free
This my Pooka on my facetime
Yall hoes better mind yall conduct
When I answer this phone I'm a role model
Don't be in the back actin like a slut
Lord please let the 100 dollar bills give me paper cuts
I'm tryna Usain Bolt that paper up
I'm on time if you payin enough
Otherwise I'm late as fuck
Im on a whole nother level
In a whole nother zone
In a whole nother world
In a class of my own
Look up at the sky tryna get on my level
Stilts on yo tippy toes just to get on my level
You gon need a space shuttle just to get on my level
Take a selfie with the moon and you still ain't on my level
Said imma quit but the devil a liar
Should've gave me a blunt not a pacifier
Cause you know lil baby gon smoke til she tired
Put ya hand back you dont know me
Talkin bout pass that bitch, muthafucka I'm Kobe
How I let him fuck without coppin me a Rollie
Gotta chalk that up to the old me
Slippin on my pimpin
Thought Kashdoll taught me different
Fucked with a real nigga now I see the difference
Play these fuck boys to a distance
All blue hundred I need my money crippin
Tight my faucet bitch I'm drippin
Strap on my waist like click it or ticket
You say you want a bad bitch you see I'm a misfit
Let me lick the honey off of that biscuit
Knock the stuffin off that egg McMuffin
You either fuckin for love or you fuckin for something
But imma tell yo grandma you out here fuck for nothin
You nigga suckas and frontin
Sucka muthafuckas frontin for nothing
Pyro live on the scene
Somebody just might get shat on
Yeah I got a girl but if that ass Ill store yo number in a flip phone
Put some loyalty on it
All that sucka shit we ain't never condone it
These hoes Randy Moss for the money we throwing
I bet the light shine on us through the shade they throwing
Let the beat keep goin
I'm on a whole nother level
In a whole nother zone
In a whole nother world
In a class of my own
Look up at the sky tryna get on my level
Stilts on yo tippy toes just to get on my level
You gon need a space shuttle just to get on my level
Take a selfie with the moon and you still ain't on my level
Pretty bitch with my edges laid
Should've known somebody gon throw some shade
Etha show me the money or get out the way
But imma get to the money eitha motherfuckin way
I think it hateration in this danceari
I think money turn me on sexually
If its bills all paid I'm as wet as can be
Work too damn hard to be fuckin for free
This my Pooka on my facetime
Yall hoes better mind yall conduct
When I answer this phone I'm a role model
Don't be in the back actin like a slut
Lord please let the 100 dollar bills give me paper cuts
I'm tryna Usain Bolt that paper up
I'm on time if you payin enough
Otherwise I'm late as fuck
Im on a whole nother level
In a whole nother zone
In a whole nother world
In a class of my own
Look up at the sky tryna get on my level
Stilts on yo tippy toes just to get on my level
You gon need a space shuttle just to get on my level
Take a selfie with the moon and you still ain't on my level
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Writer(s): Mario Harris
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