Stevie Crooks - Walah lyrics

[Intro: Stevie Crooks] Cashmere k**er... '96in'... Let's go! Yeah. Well okay... Well alright, well okay Yeah. NY, CA Peep game real quick [Verse 1: Stevie Crooks] This for my live n***as For my pretty women who drink and get high with us, toast to the Gods May you prosper with yo' paper May yo success k** them off and you finally put a stop them haters I take shots for my shorty Cause when I make it, we both gon' be naked on a beach, palm trees and Bacardi A young villain's story starts when everybody is sleep Plannin' power moves while I body this beat Might even Versace my feet, tall n***a wanna look rich too Funny what keepin' it gully can get you So remarkable... By the homies, soon we'll be rollin' In a Lambo that look like a bunny rabbit when them doors open Cash, dough... Wanna spin (spend) like a ballerina Been a long road, reminiscing days I was high with Stina Days I only had a couple sneakers Now cause of loops, I'm pullin' strings like I'm Cousin Skeeter Walah! [Hook: Erin Darcel] This is what you call magic, oh yeah abracadabra! (3x) This is what you call magic, this is what you call magic [Verse 2: Stevie Crooks] You better respect this, n***a What you doin' for the world? f** yo' necklace n***a What you doin' for that girl you just had s** with, n***a? How you a man, but you ran when she got pregnant, n***a? This' more than high level rap, it's honesty and honestly I'm through with bein' quiet, y'all really ain't hot to me I suggest you sleep in the fire, shoot yourself in the mouth Cause that's the only way anything from you hot comin' out You better drink Jalepeño juice, you little pansy You ain't a boss, don't belong on the surface like acne It's the young apache, I'm tomahawkin' the block You can't stand where I stand, you'll get yo Moca**ins chopped, defeated In every aspect, space and form, you couldn't hold my pen, it might break yo arm This is legendary scribin', legendary rhymin', magic mutha' f**a' Every line is surprisin' Yeah [Hook: Erin Darcel] [Outro]