Lil’ Bad Wolf

Intro:

Ooooh
Some ol' fly shit
Hood Vogue

Verse- Seafood Sam:

Yeah, look, uh check, yeah
Who you know holds keys to the Jag?
Mister cop two pair never peep the tag
When beef's on the table who gon eat the mac
Talk like a winner, I don't mean to brag, wait
Yes I do, the SL coup, 500 turn way to smooth
Can move with some manners though I'm breaking the rules
My steelo match [?] taking your shoes
I'm a beast with at least three minds
If ten shorties with me at least three mine
Crane in the sky my bitch look like Solange
I show up when I wanna, I'm on CP time
Dress like I got somewhere to be
Pull off six different looks with just one white tee
Product of the beach, born a black sheep
Went from diapers to [?]
Pops was present, moms a gift
Provided ass whoopings with a goodnight kiss
It's all love, nobody calling shots we all plugs
Front yard look like a call club so deal with it
Hardly practice, but still gifted
They be slapping a nigga before Will did it
Heavy handed, came from Uncle Phil spirit
Fresh prints across her face let the world feel it
Its no laughing in the lion's den
Money don't add up we dividing him
That's love and respect and the line is thin
Same story being told time and time again
First time do it right I'll take the course again
Joe Jackson mentality I'm forced to win
The chosen one true king, chocolate skin
Keep that same energy after dropping the pen

Outro:

Yeah
The destination is on your left