Music Video
The Lakeshow (feat. Nez Beatz, ERDey, Raq Monét & Brandon White)
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brandon White
Songwriter:in
Jameel Ali
Songwriter:in
Dominic Nesbitt
Songwriter:in
Eric Rivera
Songwriter:in
Raquel Harris-Scott
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kasolino
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Yuh
The intro was the warmup ****
This The Lakeshow
Starting five or coming off the bench
We shoot like dracos
Catch my **** in the paint
We go to work like it's macco
You count six shots, I count two guns
Bitch I'm Django
My watch always shine like the sun
That's why I like gold
But the way it's looking up on my wrist
That shit is quite cold
Got me on my Tekken shit
Press start bitch I'm in fight mode
Rock these kicks like Lee
Yo, I just might be that guy though
Uh, yeah
Twenty-four eight
That's the mind state
Strictly moving off faith
Grinding late early mornings
**** tryna get paid
Fade away like MJ
The way I'm running this game
Never hesitate
Unless I'm headed straight to the paint
Let's break the bank
Taking aim, **** taking down names
Got range like thirty in the bay
Smoking all day
Fuck you think
I'm a beast, **** hit like a tank
Yo, wassup wassup? What's a-- What's a--
What's a bunch of us causing fuss?
Must've been the drugs
Cups in the air
We just keep fucking it up
It's a rush
This lifestyle ain't for everyone
Coming up keep shit loud
You know where I'm from
I- Imma keep this smile
But shit ain't always fun
I keep this shit piling
It's gon take more than one
Travel the miles
That money ain't out front
Want it Wild Wild West was
East carries a lot of guns
It's my rookie debut
though no air balls when I shoot
I'm dropping Kobe numbers
Something y'all bum hoes can't do
Keep making wishes on my failure
But that shit won't come true
And Imma keep telling y'all bitches
Till my face turn blue
Lil mama I got what you lack
From the front to the back
Face card limit
At the max
These lame **** be so mad
I'm blocking they shots like Shaq
They keep plotting and planning
But I run this shit like Phil Jack
Bitch ****
In 17'
I was in Atlantic flipping records
18' I was flipping credit
With the pressure
Keep ya head up
Whether if it's sunny rain weather
As an elder I be learning
How to handle pain better
Let's make a bet let's see who make it out
I bet I make it back
Make it fat, when I'm rolling blunts
It's like it ate a snack
And ain't it facts? How I get the baddest And don't give her back
I feel attacked when the corner store
Don't take my apple cash
Now you see the stats
Came back I had to kill shit
Post game credits all facts
You gotta feel this
Clutch factor ice veins
On my twenty-four dummy
Pull up at the elbow
Yeah you know that shit is money
Crossing them up and then crossing them off
After I make every **** here fall
I gotta ball, yea I be driving through lanes
With intentions of dunking on y'all
Ayo we on the way up
You think my team not? You better listen
Imma say it like Westbrook
I'm out, y'all **** tripping
Written by: Brandon White, Dominic Nesbitt, Eric Rivera, Jameel Ali, Raquel Harris-Scott
