Lyrics

[Hook: Stalley] These young niggas got that Kevin Hart They wasn't ready Cheap tellies, beer bellies, and Pelle-Pelle's Five star tellies, fish tummies, ain't ish you can tell me Tell me, tell me an issue, tell me tell me Quiet money, thought I was hungry They on a perc, I'm on Pirelli's Got the candy paint Now these niggas jelly Whatchu gon' tell me, really? [Verse 1: Stalley] Old Durangos with Kangols, I'm on some player ish In the streets hustle hard, on my Maino ish Born ready, the boy ready, nothing to tangle with Middle of things, beautiful wife, word to that single kid When it comes to mic fights I'm know to strangle shit Don't try and size me up, line me up, no angles with No slip, my hold on life is vice grip Run a tight ship like aye aye captain Sailor shades, close tailor made fly guy caption This is life, this beyond my rapping This is jogging for your jaw flapping Summertime fall fashion, I'm cooler than most I smoke to the roach, no joint passing I'm passenger seat macking while my shorty slide past him She bat lashes, I cut up Kalila, spark more reefer BCG medallion on my neck for the non-believers Rose from the soil, I'm that kind of creature Used to write in empty rooms Now I line the bleachers [Hook: Stalley] These young niggas got that Kevin Hart They wasn't ready Cheap tellies, beer bellies, and Pelle-Pelle's Five star tellies, fish tummies, ain't ish you can tell me Tell me, tell me an issue, tell me tell me Quiet money, thought I was hungry They on a perc, I'm on Pirelli's Got the candy paint Now these niggas jelly Whatchu gon' tell me, really? [Verse 2: Stalley] In all honesty, the flows gully I been anointed The one chosen to kick game like Neymar Was low key, now I'm back on everybody's radar The ones sleep, I don't pay y'all no mind I still shine like the brightest light source, divine Intervention, my suspension got my Chevy sitting high Not to mention I be riding with my angel on the side Angel on the front of the car, illuminate through the night Shark white smile, tell the haters pipe down Been at it for a while, I ain't going nowhere You niggas so square Guess you ain't shaked up the last Heavy investors superceding my past Y'all still scraping for cash Never been a slave to the dollar and I'm thankful for that This music got me out the trap so I'm thankful for rap Faithful to the faithful addicts so I base up on tracks And cook up another classic, then serve them a batch [Hook: Stalley] These young niggas got that Kevin Hart They wasn't ready Cheap tellies, beer bellies, and Pelle-Pelle's Five star tellies, fish tummies, ain't ish you can tell me Tell me, tell me an issue, tell me tell me Quiet money, thought I was hungry They on a perc, I'm on Pirelli's Got the candy paint Now these niggas jelly Whatchu gon' tell me, really?