Choccy Milk Steppin'

Lyrics
Aye Youmans what's for lunch? CHORUS 1 Follow in my footsteps You got nothing on me Follow in my footsteps You got nothing on me Clean my mouth this morning Just my shiny teeth and me Can't follow in my footsteps You got nothing on me VERSE 1 Yo this Shit dont phase me They really thought they could hold me (hohh) Pole vaultin over the fame Just some motherfuckin jabronis (yuh) Chillin with the poster boy So I guess I'm right where I should be Might be Rookie of the year But reid Lewis off of his whoopie Stole his wisdom tooth (big brain) Got up in the boof and started slobberin Clobbered the mic so hard You would've thought I was moshin To crossfirе That's my problem Sheets is pissed Until I wash em Need a bitch That comе w options Get my fix until I'm potty trained Cause shit I can't complain I guess we all goin down So fuck w my nouns Before you realize time runnin out And the dime comin down Been the highest since I came up out my momma All these years the thick is plottin Mic is hotter than the aryans (*screams) Like squidward w the clarinet (clarinet noises) I broke your ears before I bless em Fuck the peace I'm never stressin Run w me And catch a sentence (maybe several) Wanna know the truth Well we all keep on guessin Pass the mic to Lewis Think I learned my lesson CHORUS 2 Follow in my footsteps You got nothing on meP Follow in my footsteps You got nothing on me Clean my mouth this morning Just my shiny teeth and me Can't follow in my footsteps You got nothing on me VERSE 2 When I say i'm a rapper I get "okay okay" Moving too fast like "make way make way" Wait until they here what's coming through these K R K's Forgot what they were about to say Doesn't even matter Don't got time to waste Don't have time to play While you're sitting in your car on Your lunch break I'm in my car blowing speakers to my mixtape NGAME all they do is complain They're not famous They're not great But I'll make sure to wave When you're in the Uber on your way You're welcome I'm on top of the totem Looking down on all the kids Saying that I showed em Just cause I wrote something Didn't think I'd blow up Feeling pretty sick I should just throw up These lyrics That i'm thinking Brain still spinning I'm still Losing Sleep Over someone Who doesn't care Oh well oh well I'm feeling weak I'm feeling i'm feeling Weak Ugh
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Credits
- Writers
- Reid Lewis
- N-Game