Prodigy

[Verse 1: Vallé]
Tell a nigga what I do with my eyes closed (Uh)
I'ma get fat, boy stole pies, yo (Ooh)
We can pull up to the crib, we can drive slow (Woo)
Do a dance with my pants like cargo
Get your hand out my jar, this is Milo (Uh)
Oops, I mean mine, though (Yeah)
Don't take it off, we can pull 'em to the side, though
You lookin' funny with a smile, like why, though? (Ooh)
Wanna know why, girl? 'Cause it's mine, though
Oops, yeah, I did it again (Uh)
Sippin' toxic on a plane with a friend (Yeah)
"Don't Tell 'Em", Jeremih, like planes with a blend
Of Lauryn Hill's pain with the flame of the pen (Ooh)
Of Pac and Biggie, I creatеd the bridge
It is what it is, I'm just sayin' it is (Ooh)

[Chorus: Sam V]
Talkin' shit to the bouncеrs
Let me play in my field, you can't bounce this shit (Come on)
Hear the vision growin' louder
I see your hand in my field, feel the power (Get up)
Reminisce about a crowd of ten
Now I'm movin' these days, feel benevolent (Yeah, boy)
When I'm singin', hear the crowd, they be chantin' like, "Oh, wow"

[Verse 2: John Givez]
Look
Who next up? They sayin' it's Givez
Y'all boys livin' to die, we just dyin' to live lavish
Spit a flow way more better than average
Toe tactics, tic-tac-toe and it's backwards
Pockets on vegan, gettin' my cabbage
Rock-a-bye baby, bring him a carriage
Put me in the booth, I promise to tell the truth
Until death do us part like a beautiful marriage

[Interlude]
Dearly beloved
Friends and family
We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of—

[Verse 3: John Givez]
Cut that off with the header
Any MC tryna park in the red zone
Send a telegram, pray you get up out the dead zone
What you hearin' now is a murder in your headphones, uh

[Chorus: Sam V]
Talkin' shit to the bouncers
Let me play in my field, you can't bounce this shit (Come on)
Hear the vision growin' louder
I see your hand in my field, feel the power (Get up)
Reminisce about a crowd of ten
Now I'm movin' these days, feel benevolent (Yeah, boy)
When I'm singin', hear the crowd, they be chantin' like, "Oh, wow"
(Yeah)

[Verse 4: Vallé]
Oh my god, it's a bird, it's a plane
No, it's not, little boy, it's a microwave, yeah (Woo)
I'm psycho, glove like Michael (Yeah)
I'm a thriller, I'm a goddamn idol
Woah, now, that's a little bit arrogant
Stuffed your mouth with a whole damn asparagus
Talk big game, it's a whole lot of parrots here
Polly want a cracker and a whole lot of candle lit
Nice dinner, no pork in the winter
While a nigga get real thinner (Ooh)
Like Miller, young boy Jigga (Ooh)
I'm finna blow fast like a Sprinter
Jigga, who? Jigga, you in the nighttime (Yeah)
Got Scotch, got brew in the night light
No gun, no smoke, it's a night fight
No tellin' what I'll do on a night, like