Le Lune - Horns Lyrics

Ayyye
I feel like Beyonce yeah aye
I feel like Beyonce aye aye yeah
I'm stepping on the Devil with some gold soles
We on all toes
To oppose is an uphill battle
It's best not to slow poke
Tryna follow known goats
It looks like you gone need a saddle
For how you straddle dead horses
Just dead the conversation
You a sheep calling cattle
This ain't beef that we have
Just hate on your part
You wish to be a snake with a rattle
You ain't no threat nigga
You owe me debt nigga
With added interest
And in death nigga
Your kids will respect nigga
We throwing decks at your neck nigga
Now check nigga
How I skate on the beat
Play your cards right
You might can grind like me
And be as fly as that Hawk guy
Might hit you with that hawkeye
And you won't see it coming
Don't trust this as a warning
I'm too unpredictable
Might mark you up like a stick and poke
Then laugh like sickening jokes
Or I'm chilling
Cooler than a villain
Tryna catch a billion
Matter fact some millions
Too ethical
And respectable
To smack the bull
That's a rabid fool
Turned rabbit, ooh
Fool caught the horns
Got fileted from the scorn
Now he's tattered food
Fool caught the horns
Got fileted from the scorn
Now he's tattered food
I feel like Beyonce aye aye aye
I feel like Beyonce aye aye