Lyrics Prodigy (feat. John Givez & Sam V) - Vallé

Tell a nigga what I do with my eyes closed (Uh)
I'ma get fat, boy stole pies, yo (Ooh)
We can pull up to the crib, we can drive slow (Woo)
Do a dance with my pants like cargo
Get your hand out my jar, this is Milo (Uh)
Oops, I mean mine, though (Yeah)
Don't take it off, we can pull 'em to the side, though
You lookin' funny with a smile, like why, though? (Ooh)
Wanna know why, girl? 'Cause it's mine, though
Oops, yeah, I did it again (Uh)
Sippin' toxic on a plane with a friend (Yeah)
"Don't Tell 'Em", Jeremih, like planes with a blend
Of Lauryn Hill's pain with the flame of the pen (Ooh)
Of Pac and Biggie, I creatеd the bridge
It is what it is, I'm just sayin' it is (Ooh)

Talkin' shit to the bouncеrs
Let me play in my field, you can't bounce this shit (Come on)
Hear the vision growin' louder
I see your hand in my field, feel the power (Get up)
Reminisce about a crowd of ten
Now I'm movin' these days, feel benevolent (Yeah, boy)
When I'm singin', hear the crowd, they be chantin' like, "Oh, wow"

Look
Who next up? They sayin' it's Givez
Y'all boys livin' to die, we just dyin' to live lavish
Spit a flow way more better than average
Toe tactics, tic-tac-toe and it's backwards
Pockets on vegan, gettin' my cabbage
Rock-a-bye baby, bring him a carriage
Put me in the booth, I promise to tell the truth
Until death do us part like a beautiful marriage

Dearly beloved
Friends and family
We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of—

Cut that off with the header
Any MC tryna park in the red zone
Send a telegram, pray you get up out the dead zone
What you hearin' now is a murder in your headphones, uh

Talkin' shit to the bouncers
Let me play in my field, you can't bounce this shit (Come on)
Hear the vision growin' louder
I see your hand in my field, feel the power (Get up)
Reminisce about a crowd of ten
Now I'm movin' these days, feel benevolent (Yeah, boy)
When I'm singin', hear the crowd, they be chantin' like, "Oh, wow"
(Yeah)

Oh my god, it's a bird, it's a plane
No, it's not, little boy, it's a microwave, yeah (Woo)
I'm psycho, glove like Michael (Yeah)
I'm a thriller, I'm a goddamn idol
Woah, now, that's a little bit arrogant
Stuffed your mouth with a whole damn asparagus
Talk big game, it's a whole lot of parrots here
Polly want a cracker and a whole lot of candle lit
Nice dinner, no pork in the winter
While a nigga get real thinner (Ooh)
Like Miller, young boy Jigga (Ooh)
I'm finna blow fast like a Sprinter
Jigga, who? Jigga, you in the nighttime (Yeah)
Got Scotch, got brew in the night light
No gun, no smoke, it's a night fight
No tellin' what I'll do on a night, like