WILLIS Lyrics

Yeah

Xavia Da Prince

What you talking about Willis

Aye

Man I swear, it's funny

You make a little money

You do a couple shows, not everyone

Wants you to fold like what you talking bout

Already know the game

But music is subjective

Things will never be the same

What you talking bout

And even tho them haters stay lame

Won't stop until I hear the crowd screaming my name

Boy my image won't diminish

Even in my final minutes

Cook these haters in a skillet

They get treated like Willis (what you talkin bout)

Now it's been a little while

Since I got started

But I'm never gonna quit, can make that beat go retarded

Man I feel like Moses

When the Red Sea parted

Catch me out in Philly ballin

Like my last name was Harden aye

Lately these motherfuckers testing me, none of them besting me

Won't let me roll in peace, haters obsessed with me

All my fans pray for me, insomnia, can't go to sleep

Bitch I smoke that gas

Just to take the fucking edge off

If I don't I'm liable to let my fucking sledge talk yuh

Bitch you know that I'm ready for that blowback

Haters whack and I'm a Mac, they mad cause they got no racks

It's no facts, I'm on that, I swear

They don't know me though, break the walls down

Like my last name was Jericho

I swear

It's funny, you make a little money

You do a couple shows, now everyone wants you to fold

Like what you talking bout

Already know the game

But music is subjective, things will never be the same

What you talking bout

Even though them haters stay lame

Won't stop until I hear the crowd, screaming my name

Boy my image won't diminish, even in my final minutes

Put these haters in a skillet, they get treated like Willis

It's a Fiji water trap house, Fiji water trap house

Took my girl back to my room and then I blew her back out

Plus she's a baddie, so nah I couldn't back out

Told her I was ready, told she went and pulled that rack out

Man I be living my life dreams everyday, I ain't ever gonna stop dreaming

Not down for treason, give me a reason, I still fight these demons

Bitch I feel like Rick Pitino back in 2013

Terminator to these haters, I'm a killing machine

On the path to get that green, by any means necessary

I'll take your favorite rappers, start writing obituaries

Elevate your mind, take a shot, this here is sick

Stay humble over time, that's my motherfucking clique

I swear it's funny, you make a little money

You do a couple shows, now everyone wants you to fold

Like what you talking bout

Already know the game

But music is subjective, things will never be the same aye

What you talking bout

Even though them haters stay lame

Won't stop until I hear the crowd screaming my name

Boy my image won't diminish, even in my final minutes

Cook these haters in a skillet

They get treated like Willis

What you talking bout