Creed ft. Leaf Ward

Da don got that bass

My presence like a present when I rap I got the gift of gab

My shooter said he owe me one he do you in for half the tab

Talking out ya neck I got him wishing that he never had

We gonna turn you to a strain and put you in a pretty bag

She like them boys got money over there

She say she loves it over here

Smoking northern lights I'm bout as high as chandelier

Plug dropped off a baby told me handle it with care

I be swimming with the sharks I peep the whispers see the stares

Had to microwave the work to dry cause I don't got time

My biggest fear is when them shots go off and i don't got mine