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2:22 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Big stepper
Full court, big presser
No stressing
Who there and who better
Trend setter
Said they getting with me
So they lying on my name, like
Who let her?
Yankee kid, I never been a fan of the Mets
Yo imma mess
Best roster since the '86 Mets
Had my new work with my old work at The Met
Take a puff puff pass, now I'm losing my breath
Imma have em ego tripping, now you puffing ya chest
Like that get you respect
Tell me who is you checking?
And baby who is you pressing?
Like I could have em crying for it while I'm leaving you guessing
And now you counting ya blessings
I ain't a player but I'm player made
I know player ways
So you think you playing me
I been steady playing games
And at least I got the finest nigga out there in the friend group
But if he would've asked I might've fucked him and his friend too
Cause they be on they twin shit,
Neither on they king shit
But baby boy I hope ya best friend got some big shit.
Hope you hit me like "my nigga what you chatting for?"
Look you in ya face like "my nigga what you acting for?"
Word to homies
Ask these niggas who they muse is
Ask them who they thinking bout when they be making music
Ask me if the crew lit
Ask me if we do shit
When I say we making Billy's, then that mean the shoe fit
When I say they lying on my name, then it's bullshit
I be thinking everybody move like the money
But you can't expect a hunnid from these niggas putting two cents
True shit
True shit yo
True word, true say