Confetti

Lyrics

[Intro: 1K Phew, Trip Lee] Yessir! (Yeah) Treezy made this in Manolo! [Verse 1] Can't feed my soul with that Range Rove Or eight centerfold baddie Jane Does Or eight million sold, or my bank rolls Move in step with the truth watch me tango Is it me or do they keep frontin' like they're on the winning team? This the kind of comeback that belongs on silver screens I know I talk like I'm crazy If they're what you call sane, then I may be Might run, but we pacing The score getting run up, I'm patient I know my squad, it ain't up right now Still I bow, cause he gon' turn it upside down [Chorus] Down bad, still gotta stand up All bad, Dirty Diana Photo finish, show me where the camera I don't even wait to raise the banner, throw that Confetti-etti-etti everywhere, everywhere It's confetti-etti-etti everywhere, everywhere Floating, floating, floating in the air, in the air It's confetti-etti-etti everywhere, everywhere [Verse 2] Up, up looking up like it's Acts 1 but it's rough stride is By faith, never luck, sight is So tough, nearsighted, can't bluff We really came up The way they run they mouth, you'd have thought we gave up They sound like a joke, where they villain makeup? When it's finished they can't make me and winning break up Though for now it's [Chorus] Down bad, still gotta stand up All bad, Dirty Diana (Dirty, dirty, dirty) Photo finish, show me where the camera (Click, click) I don't even wait to raise the banner Throw that confetti-etti-etti, everywhere, everywhere It's confetti-etti-etti, everywhere, everywhere Floating, floating, floating in the air, in the air This that confetti-etti-etti, everywhere, everywhere [Verse 3] Ay this the story of a underdog like you ain't never seen Ride with the ancient devil, still is evergreen Ride with my squad for the age of seventeen I went legit I'ma treat that lay down somethin clean In the studio I craft more than Q flows What they say is [school-O] said I be too bro Must have found a loop-hole And my bro like Caruso Won't jump through hoops but what I do to Pro Tools was too dope Cold as ice, cold as ice Cold as ice you don't know my price 'fore it can't be bought, put that on my life Wanna fight, many bros beg they life, yuh (And we gotta–) Ayy, hit that, grace sign and sit back 'Cause Trip still gon' spit that, from my court like six-pack Bring that 06' back Well that's where I'm still at Sign my name lick that envelope and send it [Outro] It's confetti-etti-etti, everywhere, everywhere, ayy