EZ ft. craftedbytyler & Bodega Baby Lyrics

They need the money Camirand

Yeah, straight from the hood with it

Bars on Genius, I wish y'all could get it

Yeah I'm tired of explaining how I'm so good with it

I am just good witted

Spillin' my secrets nobody listen

All on the podcast, nobody gets it

Not that my formula works

But it's better than sitting with no composition

Get your write game up

When a fight came up

You say you the best we just might wake up

Inception falling asleep

Our songs on addy, we've been up all week

Running and running your song on rotation

All at the stream farms, stats, and equations

Goofiest songs they personify you

I'm not concerned with your Spotify views

Yeah, hop out the coupe

Yelling like what they gon' do

Always gonna say how I feel and I move

Never going front I'm the truth

Stepping right out of the booth

And feeling so cool

And I'm feeling myself

And I'm feeling I dealt with the pressure so well

And I guess that's the way that I move in

CBT told you, hopping out the coupe

Versus dog shit on some drum loops

Listen to your new tracks, old news

You Javele McGee, I'm Jordan 23

Walk a mile in the fucking goats shoes

I'm with a stallion and she tryna boat too

Pussy good and it taste like soul food

Motherfucker I just told you

Big Bodega and he out of pocket

Connect with my plug like a fucking socket

Up in H town, like Hakeem on the Rockets

I freestyle my style and they tryna jock it

I don't flex bitch I just speak the truth

I'll raise the bar, my bars raise the roof

Aye the chef is cooking and I season the STEW

You're tough but your ass ain't bulletproof

Yeah, hop out the coupe

Yelling like what they gon' do

Always gonna say how I feel and I move

Never going front I'm the truth

Stepping right out of the booth

And feeling so cool

And feeling myself

And feeling I dealt with the pressure so well

And I guess that's the way that I move in