TrDee, StanWill - Showdown lyrics

Yeah yeah okay
Started with a crumb then I turned it to a
(It's BlueStrip, baby)
I turned it to a, yeah started with a

Started with a crumb then I
Turned it to a loaf
I am not a player, bitch
You fucking with the coach
I remember when the Nike hoodie was the coat
I know I'm not shit but you
Can never call me broke
Okay, broke up with toxic people
I don't need that energy
Learned the hard way
Yo closest friend is yo enemy
Life just like a movie
I think mine's need a trilogy
Pull up with a ratchet and it's loud
Call it "Tiffany"
I had an epiphany, got to it instantly
Something wrong mentally
She think we got a history
You just not it for me
I see yo ho tendencies
You blew me in the whip like
My last name was "Kennedy"
Ooh, that's a penalty, baby, that was so foul
Let him touch my chain, Yung Joc
It's gon' go down have a showdown
She eat me and she throw down
I can tell just by the way she
Walk that she for sure down
Huh, ain't no intermissions
Ain't no break taking
If you say describe the head
I'ma say it's breathtaking
Huh, I'ma keep balling, let them keep hating
Y'all niggas better shake something
Get the Earth quaking
Yeah, hit him in his dome
Pussy think he made of stone
Nah, bitch, don't call my phone
Told you that yo chance is blown
Yeah, got me in my zone
I can't fold or break a bone
Nah, I got it on my own
Now I'm watching from the throne
Bunch of wannabees
You know them other niggas clones
Huh, like some honey bees
You know I'm buzzing like a phone
Huh, she like, "Ooh, Dee
I'm tryna fuck you to this song"
Huh, my boys know I'm stepping
It don't matter if they wrong
Huh, it don't matter what you do
I'ma still leave
'Cause we not gon' last long
Like some quick weed
Huh, it don't matter how I feel
I'ma still cheese
'Cause when they see you at yo
Lowest they for sure flee

Yeah like thousand dollar tennis shoes on
I got fancy toes
I don't want no ghetto vibes
I only hit fancy hoes eight in the morning
Made five with my jammies on
The hoes dick sucking
They just wanna see what Stanley on
They don't wanna see yo baby
Ball but I'm still scoring
Pull up slamming hoes like I'm Randy
I'm the real Orton
Swimming in the deep my whole life
Might have a gill forming
SBDSM, my babies knowing I'll kill for 'em
I be with the steppers
It ain't shit to get you walked on
Hip Hop Lab
The test tube got some sauce though
Twenty Glockianas, if we pull up
We gon' chalk bro
Niggas hating 'cause they broke
It really ain't my fault though
Feeling like a oxymoron 'cause I got Off on
Double hand twister
Had to make her get her gawk on
Palm Angels joggy, fuck it
I might get my jog on

Huh, dummy