Lean on You (feat. Dayon)

Huh, wake up to a nightmare

Illusions running through my brain

Demons tryna’ fuck with me and my gang

Huh, thought you was an angel

But that bitch ain’t have no wings

She the devil from the underworld

And hell she fucking raise

Cut that bitch off

Bitch I got exquisite taste

Got a **** just like saul

Imma call if I catch a case

He help me put the bodies all away

I fuck your bitch like ted all day

Bae I’m the danger stay away

‘Cause **** they die then I get paid

Got these voices in my head yeah

Telling me I’m better dead yeah

I ain’t talking ‘bout no school

But I love techs yeah

I was all up in them halls giving threats yeah

Huh, wake up to a nightmare

Illusions running through my brain

Demons tryna’ fuck with me and my gang

Huh, thought you was an angel

But that bitch ain’t have no wings

She the devil from the underworld

And hell she fucking raise

Huh, bitch I’m so high

I can’t feel my face

Eyes bigger than your stomach

You got too much on your plate

You don’t really want beef

‘Cause we turn **** into steak

Phil dumphy your moms crib

And that’s some real real estate ****

Yeah, and I can’t fuck with a fake ****

Lightskin green eyes I’m the type they hate ****

Cigar in my brand new gatti like I’m andrew tate ****

I don’t even shave my balls and put them in her face ****

Huh, she like a chipmunk with my nuts up in her face ****

Lightskin but racist ‘cause I really fucking hate ****

Rocking diamonds on me triple times the age of slave ****

Never went to school for barbering but imma fade ****

Keep my masters

Keep my wrist and neck in chains ****

Flow insane

This ain’t some shit you obtain ****

Started from nothing & turn it to something

**** wanna talk like they really gon’ bus it

Meanwhile I’m banging your bitch like percussion

I fuck a bitch 12 times don’t cuff it yeah

‘Cause fuck 12

We gon’ send em’ shells

You gon’ need to pray for your life

If not need a wishing well

All the kids from the cigarette pit turned to clientele

Tryna’ say they weed fire but I can’t even smell

I can’t feel my face

You got too much on your plate

**** into steak

Real real estate

Fake fake

Hate hate

Tate tate

Put em’ in her face ****

Huh, wake up to a nightmare

Illusions running through my brain

Demons tryna’ fuck with me and my gang

Huh, thought you was an angel

But that bitch ain’t have no wings

She the devil from the underworld

And hell she fucking raise

Huh, wake up to a nightmare

Illusions running through my brain

Demons tryna’ fuck with me and my gang

Huh, thought you was an angel

But that bitch ain’t have no wings

She the devil from the underworld

And hell she fucking raise

Huh, wake up to a nightmare

Illusions running through my brain

Demons tryna’ fuck with me and my gang

Huh, thought you was an angel

But that bitch ain’t have no wings

She the devil from the underworld

And hell she fucking raise

Huh, wake up to a nightmare

Illusions running through my brain

Demons tryna’ fuck with me and my gang

Huh, thought you was an angel

But that bitch ain’t have no wings

She the devil from the underworld

And hell she fucking raise