HEY! IT'S LIL PEP, by Pepperoni Prada

HEY! IT'S LIL PEP

by Pepperoni Prada

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1.	HEY! 03:44	lyrics	buy track
Yeah Yeah Yeah who be that man with the pepperoni He got skinny jeans on and a Sprite for me He got the three stripes on and the spice right We got that Al Dente and they mobbing all night Yeah who be that man with the pepperoni He got skinny jeans on and a Sprite for me He got three stripes on and the spice right We got that Al Dente and they mobbing all night I'm like hey It's Lil Pep spicy boy I don't play What to say yeah all the haters out the way You throwing shade that's fifty talking grey That be the new worst case I'm talking I never stop rapping pepperoni Everybody else about the drugs hoes and the money When it's not a pie I need a roll The Philly be my fav I'm talking Sunny I might be the last one left yeah I might be the last one left But my taste be the best Yeah you've heard it before and I'll say it again Pineapple be the worst thing for you my friend Lil Pep be the best thing for you my friend Lil Pep be the best case Roni be the best case Pepperoni Prada mother licker talking first place Let it rock, let it, feel the bass like Yeah who be that man with the pepperoni He got skinny jeans on and a Sprite for me He got the three stripes on and the spice right We got that Al Dente and they mobbing all night Who be that man with the pepperoni He got skinny jeans on and a Sprite for me He got three stripes on and the spice right We got that Al Dente and they mobbing all night Call me Lil Pep I'm never quitting the game All these people eating green looking for someone to blame Pepperoni Prada all his songs are the same With a bottle of Sprite I'm a winner make it rain You need an umbrella cuz I be a drip drip fella If Call Me Lil Pep was a book it be a best seller Need to read more I'm sort of a bad speller Small shows now next year Coachella! Wanna snag a slice yeah I heard a maybe I'm not working for you until you come and pay me I'm never working for you you got to side salad And I don't like that shit, go ahead and think about it punk I'm sipping Sprite and you be here you getting drunk Go and think about it I be wearing Sambas you be wearing dunks Think about it Window to the wall we're getting drunk Think about it Yeah I be mobbing in the streets with the pepperoni Lil Pep Hello? Yeah, hi I'm not sure if I was put on hold or what But I was just trying to leave a message and this song started playing Look, listen I'm just calling about a pepperoni pizza And a side salad I ordered It's been quite some time And I still haven't gotten anything No ones called me so I don't know Hey who are you talking to Pals pizza Give me that phone Hello? Who am I speaking to It's a voice mail Oh, listen you asshole My boyfriend ordered a pie and a side salad like forever ago If my boyfriend hasn't received his pie and side salad That means I haven't received my pie and side salad Also what kind of fowl pizza joint charges four hundred bucks for pineapple You think you're funny Charging four hundred twenty dollars and sixty-nine cents for a topping You are out of your mind I should sue your ass For reals I should sue your ass Don't make me have to call you again Cuz after you I'm calling my lawyer Mario looking ass
2.	MARIO 03:38	lyrics	buy track
I feel like I'm Mario I feel like Mario I feel like I'm Mario I feel like Mario They call me Prada Yeah I'm bringing new meaning to a brick On the TV you playing switch Eating Green you a bitch Yeah bad copy that's a glitch She a koopa troopa she a snitch Allergy got an itch I'm counting coins up now I'm rich Yeah turn the lab into an arcade That's Lil Pep he a hit I got a red hat, got a mustache I need overalls for my outfit like Mario Brothers That's Ferragamo got a big mansion like Where are the others That's Yung Rav from another mother Speed run yeah I gotta flex Five minutes that's no cap Peach yeah she be waiting up All the buttons you gotta Tap Jump high gotta get the flag No jump man gotta get the bag All the dough set a high score We playing Mario we playing smash I feel like I'm Mario I feel like Mario I feel like I'm Mario I feel like Mario Who the man with the red cap He making raps that's Prada Who the man with the blue cheese With spicy flow that's Prada Got a headache from sippin sprite Better drink more water Said nobody we going hard That's concrete in the front yard That's Mario Italian food Spicy water Feeling good Go-kart on a rainbow Everybody going so slow Throw a shell that's a no-no Bullet Bill I'm making dough 1st place imma make it though Wrong-way throw banana peels so Being like Mario I'm player one yeah I gotta go I'm the whole reason you playing games Better watch out I'm not playing games Lemon-lime soda don't taste the same Pepperoni be my first name Italian food yeah dat be the aim Empty a clip on a pineapple I feel like I'm Mario I feel like Mario I feel like I'm Mario I feel like Mario Waluigi ain't shit Koopa Troopa ain't shit Wario he ain't shit Bowser yeah he a bitch I'm talkin 'bout games of the video That level it making you rage quit That pizza got me feeling so lit You got the mist You got a problem Thinking of ways we can solve it You gotta cut out the fruit You gotta cut out the mist You gotta order a pizza with cheese You gotta get all loot Gimme the bread Gimme the sprite Video games Playing all night, that's Mario I'm the best you ever had that's pizza pie Thirsty be your attitude go grab a sprite Your controller wired mine is wireless you wanna fight Don't let Pepperoni Prada grab the mic
3.	COWBOY 03:24	lyrics	buy track
Yeah Yeah Yeah Look at my roni Yeah look at my boots Look at my jeans Yeah look at my crew I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy John Wayne shit I'm a cowboy Look at my roni Yeah look at my boots Look at my jeans Yeah look at my crew I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy John Wayne shit I'm a cowboy I be dripping like grease Bringing the heat Sprinkle the cheese You only getting roni if you saying please Yeah don't forget your jacket or you gonna freeze My horses' name Ferrari Just throw me the keys I don't need no whisky I got Sprite in the bottle Yeah that bass so thick It make my horsey wobble Bass so thick you could cut it with a knife I'm talking about cowboy pizza Cut yourself a slice I be making my way downtown to the bank Stick-up gotta get the roni from the safe Gotta get the roni got to bounce Gotta get the roni by the ounce Yeah That's pepperoni Cowboy shit Cowboy shit Cowboy bitch Look at my roni Yeah look at my boots Look at my jeans Yeah look at my crew I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy John Wayne shit I'm a cowboy Look at my roni Yeah look at my boots Look at my jeans Yeah look at my crew I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy John Wayne shit I'm a cowboy I'm watching westerns Not talking three ten to Yuma I got three stripes on my boots No Fila Nike or Puma Go on a date with my daughter Yeah I might as well shoot you I'm only kidding That is you hope That's my sense of humor My head so big got a tumor I'm a cowboy you a loser bud BBQ the only thing that Make it past the Roni plug I'm never taking showers  So much work to do I'm having fun But I like to dance go ahead and cut a rug I'm talking about dance moves I'm making this barn move I'm making it shake I'm making the bed I'm making the bed I'm making the bed Making this bread Gotta eat steak  Gotta eat meat Yeah you looking for me Name's Prada Yeah Lil Pep is who I be It's what you need Look at my roni Yeah look at my boots Look at my jeans Yeah look at my crew I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy John Wayne shit I'm a cowboy Look at my roni Yeah look at my boots Look at my jeans Yeah look at my crew I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy John Wayne shit I'm a cowboy baby Yeehaw
4.	SPOOPY (feat. Cam Stone) 02:50	lyrics	buy track
Yo what up It's Lil Pep I'm here to rap I'm here to rep This spooky tale About the dead First we need a beat Come on We got Cam Stone we got Prada Y'all got to pay attention don't nod off Y'all got to know I do it for the Roni And if you talking shit I got a sawed-off Yeah you talking Pepperoni don't stop Making that grilled cheese yo don't stop I'm talking spooky shit it don't stop You eating pineapple on top, don't Spoopy crew it's like Scooby-Doo With the mystery we all coming through Al Dente they all coming through Sick of bad taste yo we sick of you Got mad dogs we gonna sic on you Gonna eat your face off burn your place up We the bad guys we the bad Best damn meal you ever had like Yeah I'm the best Got to couple more things to get off my chest Here with Cam Feeling blessed Best MCs yo where's the rest Prove me wrong Be my guest Prove me wrong You a mess You a wreck You a bitch You be eating green you playing switch I feel like I'm Mario, bet You feel like you under the weather Your rhymes they be wet I'm coming in hot Coming for you ready or not Italian food you better run Ninety-nine we number one Got a problem having fun Yo shouts out to the man bun like Bet (Bet) Yeah Rhinestones on my neck That's a flex Me and Pep From the city That we rep In the west We got checks I got On my chest Please don't act like you are not impressed yeah I be Chilling harder than you like I'm Buddhist No I can't talk to a hater You a traitor and a Judas yeah If you ever doubt it you can check it Yeah I do this You get back to taking pictures I'll get back to making music, yeah I do it Prada I'm talking Spoopy After this you feeling loopy You eating fruit loops Covered in shit I'm talking poopy You getting pissed I can understand why you wanna shoot me For now just use the remote Go push the button mute me But you be out of batteries so I'm not shutting up I might as well be filling up my cup I'm talking Sprite Yo tell me where's the mic I see a fist yo now I'm seeing lights Just like a ghost my face is turning white Did I forget to wipe, no Cuz I'm feeling fine Remember the time I charged Four hundred twenty sixty-nine He was like Why what the hell Oh shit, who are you I'm the mastermind in this pineapple kill crew It's Lil Pep
5.	HUNGRY (feat. Johnny Dry & Luce Endz) 03:59	lyrics	buy track
Yo Lil Pep Prada Wake up with the mess up Pizza always hit the spot But we ain't got the roni Hunger demon gon' posses us Losing LB's it's like we exercising Hit the gym Hungry like a bunny talking energizer Straight out the pantry It's Prada yo we gonna send it Tummy rumble not pretending Bread and butter wishing I could spread it Hungry be the story And I'm looking for an ending Mozzarella sprinkle on a homie Cannibalism, spoopy That's me on my hunger shit Up in the foreign whip Heavy cream Italiano Talking foreign whip Parmesano yeah It missing on my fingertip Wedding crashers for the snackies Talkin chips n dip Yo I don't know the bride Filling up my plate So move aside Hey Johnny imma meet you by car outside They about to cut the cake You know I wanna slice Prada Hungry, bro I'm feeling hungry You eating good While my plate be looking ugly We looking hungry Feeling hungry Food rules everything around me B-boy I'm steady hungry Saw them Jordans had to cop 'em So I'm out of money Eat the ramen on the daily That shit hella yummy I'm with Lil Pep we going crazy Boy we got the munchies Slide through Toronto See my french ting She got french rolls And some red drink In the Tahoe With the cream seats Got a sweet tooth I rolled me up a Swisher Sweet Need some fettuccine I don't share I'm greedy But I'll leave tip Cuz she love to see me In the stu' we feening Call the number Bring the pizza in the Lamborgini Crack a bottle of prosecco Pour a peach bellini Pass the pizza, pass the pasta Boy I roll with mobsters Sippin' soda extra crispy Out the soda bottle When you see me don't be sneaky Boy approach me proper I'm with the bros my boy we feasting Spendin' all our dollars, yeah Hungry, bro I'm feeling hungry You eating good While my plate be looking ugly We looking hungry Feeling hungry Food rules everything around me Yeah I'm too hungry I'm too hungry I need some ramen and some bubbly When I drive my dice too fuzzy, I'm just I'm surrounded on all sides by good taste No wonder I got a Baked potato with ham steak King of mozzarella I'm realer than parmesan I'm the new Kanye I swear that I am a god From Memphis to Mancino Sippin' some noir Pinot It's simple I'm too hungry Need fuel for the amnino You acting like DeNiro But you ain't a Goodfella I'm calling the shots now Kind of bean I been selling I pull out the pot now The table just need setting I pull out the pot now Smell the green that I'm smelling Oh God It's too much I'm too lit off good brunch A mimosa a toast To the Prada we drunk Shooting Harden and it's all In my chips got the crunch Over ate on Thanksgiving I had to skip lunch
6.	GANG 03:08	lyrics	buy track
Roni gang roni gang roni gang Al Dente Boys be the flame You be looking at my chain you be looking lame Call me Lil Pep, yeah Prada be the name Roni gang roni gang roni gang Al Dente Boys be the flame You be looking at my chain you be looking lame Call me Lil Pep, yeah Prada be the name Spicy boy looking like I'm Bruce Wayne Wearing three stripes no bathing apes Want my music up in the Airspace Can't do shit without the bass bring it back Going after Roni with fangs They call me Dracula with no brush that's plaque-ula You be eating pineapple pizza that's wack-ula I be making money all day that's stack-ula You be eating salad all day you're on crack-ula When I'm with the gang I be feeling spectacula Who gives a damn about a burger that spatula Italian be the only way to speak vernacular Pepperoni pizza be a nine-millimeter shooting Spice with the sprite take a chance roll the dice Aye you wanna dance you be looking nice You be treated be right with slice With the Sliceeeee Yeah, cut the beat we going old school I make my own rules I'm eating Roni in the pool Eating Roni in the hot tub tub back it back it up Al Dente boys yeah, we in the club And I'm out here with the gang Selling merch all my fans look the same Careful with my drip that pizza leave a stain All about that sprite make it rain aye And I'm out here with the gang With the gang All my fans look the same Look the same That pizza leave a stain Leave a stain That sprite make it rain aye Roni gang roni gang roni gang Al Dente Boys be the flame You be looking at my chain you be looking lame Call me Lil Pep, yeah Prada be the name Roni gang roni gang roni gang Al Dente Boys be the flame You be looking at my chain you be looking lame Call me Lil Pep, yeah Prada be the name Roni boy moving like I'm Bruce lee Spicy be the way you agree? Look at me Look at three, look at stripes, look at we, who the type Eat the green you a bitch, left swipe, not right Grab a knife, dig a ditch, rigatoni what dish You wanna ring tone Call Me Lil Pep be the shit Farfalle Fish mozzarella it squish Roni gang be the three-point it swish Yeah with the Roni gang we always make it fresh Ferragamo Yung Rav With the bars We da best Making money Makin bread Roll the dough In the know At the spot where it go Ya the Roni where it go Where your money at? Yeah where your money be You pulling at my leg like I'm a money tree I only got Roni that's the way it be Your favorite letter in my name be the P that's Lil Pep Roni gang roni gang roni gang Al Dente Boys be the flame You be looking at my chain you be looking lame Call me Lil Pep, yeah Prada be the name Roni gang roni gang roni gang Al Dente Boys be the flame You be looking at my chain you be looking lame Call me Lil Pep, yeah Prada be the name
7.	WEIGHT 03:06	lyrics	buy track
At this rate I'm looking half-past thirty in my twenties Like love I got it handled not to worry No Eminem McFlurry More like Bronson Looking like I'm Bill Murray Everyday is roni but 2 times a week I'd say that's thirty-two times in a month That's everyday at least They say they getting nervous for my health Eat like a freak But they not pushing this weight Like I be What can I say I got this daddy weight myself Just check it out I'm not obese okay I'm thick around my hips and got a belly it popping out Yeah like I'm 9 months deep with this dad bod not flawed While I'm stuffing my face I'm still crazy between the sheets I want my baby back baby back Get in my belly I'm not selling drugs But she could see my crack baby left If being big is wrong I don't wanna be right I got that Sprite I got that pizza pie yeah I got that weight I got that weight I got that weight I got that weight Might as well forget the frame It be like a glove And I don't fit like OJ Okay I admit that I could probably lose some pounds If I was British I'm just stacking And my shape it looking round it's ground beef I got the cheese yeah I'm the chief I'm a little piggy Not far from Police Guess I'm still silly Gonna send it with a Sprite In your ear wet willy Shakespeare out the tub That's a wet Willy Fetch a pail of water That's a Jill and Jack I just want my money back Imma keep the weight grab a snack Chicken nugget overflow my fanny pack Yeah you gotta love it Margarita-ville pizza call me Jimmy Buffett If you got the mist kick the bucket I got Sprite yeah what of it Pizza in the oven Another in my belly I got sandwiches a deli Peanut butter jelly Baseball bat I got that weight I got that weight I got that weight I got that weight
8.	FLIGHT 03:18	lyrics	buy track
Woah Yeah Unh Yeah Imma order one time on the flight aye Order two times on the flight aye yeah Imma order three times sip a Sprite yeah Every time I order everything is alright (Alright) Order one time on the flight aye Order two times on the flight aye yeah Imma order three times sip a Sprite (Yeah) Every time I order everything is alright (Alright) Call me Lil Pep call me a king Only every other time you talking shit I start to thinking Every time you talking shit I go and get something to drink While your girly want me all up in the pink It ain't a thing yeah yeah All day I dream about slices But when I roll through I ain't asking what the price is On my feet I'm only repping three stripes yeah But when you ask you know I need it over ice I got the spicy water Everybody at the same time I wanna know what Everybody's thinking at the same time I really wanna hear it What you thinking 'bout the lemon yeah You all know what I'm thinking about the lime You wanna snag a slice roni get in line I'm the most fresh dressed MC Using food up in rhymes I'm the most pressed Extra-most-bestest you ever heard Oh my word You got Al Dente It's Lil Pep Yeah Imma order one time on the flight aye Order two times on the flight aye yeah Imma order three times sip a Sprite yeah Every time I order everything is alright (Alright) Order one time on the flight aye Order two times on the flight aye yeah Imma order three times sip a Sprite (Yeah) Every time I order everything is alright (Alright) Yeah sipping soda I ain't got nothin to prove Argue with the pilot got nothing to lose How you finna order three slices a day With the base pay I'm up in first class Fillin' up my Sprite glass Rav is alright Fettuccine alright Gucci n' Versace Yeah the gang is up With the ice in our cups Man I've heard enough Why the hell you saying I'm not roni enough Yeah why the hell you saying that Back with the bag bak Let's go to the moon I heard It's made of cheese My tummy making some room When we on the flight You see me swiping the visa The only difference is you getting nuts I'm buying a pizza Three stripes up I'm not talkin' a zebra I need to pee I'm moving so fast Talkin a cheetah Pants around my ankles Take a peek I'm a diva I bend over see the moon We gonna land soon I still gotta pee Order one time on the flight Order two times on the flight Order three times sip a Sprite Everything is alright (Alright) Order one time on the flight (It's Lil Pep) Order two times on the flight (To the moon) Order three times sip a Sprite (Yeah) Everything is alright
9.	MOON 04:53	lyrics	buy track
Tip-toeing on the moon Peep me from your room They say this shit made of cheese Eat off my boots We don't want to pick a fight Keep out the fruit Gonna fake the small step Kubrick with the move Tip-toeing on the moon Peep me from your room They say this shit made of cheese Eat off my boots We don't want to pick a fight Keep out the fruit Gonna fake the small step Kubrick with the move Moon walking getting a grip Cooking up this shit unh Pepperoni bought the whip Whipping cream make a flip Skateboard doing tricks See a stripe on my kicks Only way to drip Girlfriend she taking pics Telescope I'm on the moon Taking pictures of my spoons I'm a murder the cereal I'm a need the milk Where the cows got to grill Cooking beef ya better chill My Sprite soda refill unh I'm a keep this shit crisp Aliens I'm on a trip Fruit on pizza don't trip Side salad better trip I ain't rapping no checks Got more O's in my check Got more O's than Oogie Boogie shooting hoops With Looney Toons Talking Space Jam we on the moon Getting goofy with Cam Stone Now I'm talking Spoopy With my dogs like Scooby-Doo We sipping Sprite Don't kill the mood man Hair long it so Shaggy My girl fine she the blonde Daphne My wrist watch got cheese on it Limousine got grease on it Now we back up in the pent house Spaceship its getting nasty Pizza pie we so gassy Out of breath I'm so raspy I Tip-toeing on the moon Peep me from your room They say this shit made of cheese Eat off my boots We don't want to pick a fight Keep out the fruit Gonna fake the small step Kubrick with the move Tip-toeing on the moon Peep me from your room They say this shit made of cheese Eat off my boots We don't want to pick a fight Keep out the fruit Gonna fake the small step Kubrick with the move Three times I order up on the flight Went to the moon And order some pizza pie I'm feeling strange I feel like I got to bounce So cold my spaceship it outta town You got the Mist No wonder you wear a frown No wonder you are a clown You begging me for the sounds Kick off the moon boots Adidas tracksuit dripping Lemon-lime sipping Haters be tripping Sauce you be ripping The lines you be skipping The space you be shipping Pepperoni Prada If you dip I'm chipping Bags I be zipping Chicken it be stripping Pineapple worse than drinking some paint thinner You seeing double but there ain't no Prada twiner Black and white like a yin yang slimmer I order three times Soda pop swimmer
10.	DCA (feat. The Al Dente Boys) 04:09	lyrics	buy track
Don't crust anybody Thought I heard a sniffle Everybody sick these days That's a ripple Clammy hands Cut 'em off you a cripple Got a cold so sick I go hard like a nipple That's a witch tit Show me the sign like a sigil I be making money move You hoping it trickle Don't crust a weatherman He say it gonna drizzle Left without an umbrella For shizzle Milkman said You can drink it everyday Goes bad on the 10th Throw it out on the 8 Don't trust milk It going bad overnight You drinking milk with your pizza I be sippin on the Sprite It's alright You can only trust the meat That's the butcher (That's the butcher's meat) With the ATM Watch out for a looker People in the Van Giving you a treat They offer you a seat Ferragamo on the beat like Baryshnikov of this blickin off On the fake rappers Always got they footings off I'm a ghast on the beat I'm the last one to sleep When I talk when I speak You gon' bask in your seat look Now what I gotta do to get recognized The pen game smooth And the pendant is lemonized Each bar is calculated When it's measured and weaponized I got one agenda and it's trying to terrorize Fear in they hearts So they acting so paralyze Snapping necks for a check Well I guess that's a pair a lies Got the fettuccine And it came with a pair of sides Looking so decadent With the shrimp and the mortadellas Squad rolls deep In Ferragamo or Versace Down with the day 1s I know the boys got me Better come correct Last time you was sloppy Cuz If Prada say the word It's gon' be another body get em I don't taste the pie Till I know it's right Al Dente Boys know Ya never eat the first slice Ya take the wrong bite And ya end your life Cuz lesser minds aren't above Tamperin' with Sprite well It's gonna be a cold day in hell Before you catch me trippin cyanide Sippin better Slip it to me well Like Epstein in his jail cell Can never tell Who's living just to see ya fail Call Gucci up Discussing on a couple pies Thought I heard a click Something fucked up with the line No sense in taking risks Dunk that shit in lemon-lime Stromboli did the same Al Dente don't play games More paranoid than Tony was off the cocaine I'm in the back analyzing through dark shades Ya waste your time always trying to spark flames Yeah Gucci Change the game My ass is grass And I'm the fuckin' mower You can catch me in the closet I'm a grower not a shower I'm a tiddy nipple puller Catch me drivin' down to Georgia Sayin peace to ya bitch Like I didn't even know her Don't crust a ma'f With a teeny tiny pecker Might fuck around Become a tiddy inspector Lookin for a lil bit a nectar Undercover in the cut But still an exterior neglecter (Un unh) No trust for the crust Unless they thrustin' dust Make an extra buck If they fuckin' up We do reconnaissance with confidence The dominance is bottomless They wanna play ominous Ain't ready for the consequence Shouts out Yung Rav Shouts out Dobby The Elf Real espionage type shit I feel like a Cold killer I'm a monster Home in the winter Red hair like I'm foster Spaceship zoom When I step onto the roster Make that shit boom Like I'm metro check the posture It's that New season Out of state for a minute No trees in the winter All brakes no snakes Might have to buy a beamer College kid fake Bitch check your demeanor Switch it up like Ben 10 Came here just to win again Been a minute felony Stick with em like a clique And check the weaponry Icy like I'm Gucci on a mezzanine Lookin' for a calorie Don't test me on my salary Offshore account I don't enter in the club Unless it's bouncing I got paychecks from the future generation Its astounding beat was open So you know that I came pouncing Make a million the goal Don't crust anybody 'less they got a mouthful

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released March 25, 2022

All songs performed by Pepperoni Prada
All songs written by Dallin Kroon
Executively produced by Dallin Kroon & Sidney Krall
Production credits noted
All songs recorded, mixed and mastered by Sidney Krall at The Kitchen in Nampa, ID

HEY! features additional vocals from Mikhail Iverson

SPOOPY features additional vocals from Cam Stone

HUNGRY features additional vocals from
Johnny Dry and Kyle Luce

MOON features additional vocals from Sidney Krall

DCA features additional vocals from McHale Page, Tyler York, Chris Duggan and RIver Merrill