Leave Ya

Get down, ****

You already know who the fuck it is, Q Da Fool, bitch

Y'all turn up to this shit, ****

I ain't never fallin' off

I got that paper route like Young Dolph

Down Florida, lookin' like a gator in Lacoste

Mansion with a shark tank, JAWS

I get more throat than a Halls

Quit school, I was tired of skippin' in the halls

Bought a chain, now I'm icy

Sauce will hit 'em, have a nice sleep

I spent a bag on my feet

Poppin' these Xans, this ain't no Aleve

I keep my Glock, I don't duck and weave

I fuck her so good, now she don't wanna leave

If I ain't with her, that bitch don't wanna breathe

I got that ice, call me Mr. Freeze

Fuck the police, bitch, I ain't bout to freeze

Crackers got me payin' lawyer fees

I'm in the streets, so I'm duckin' them people

If you scared, ****, go to the cathedral

Get your own money, I'm not bout to feed you

You trippin' like shit, you think a **** need you?

Trap rock star, a shoota, be here

Designers came with the skin off a zebra

Serve a clucker like a bird feeder

Reggie and fake lean, we not sellin' neither

Talkin' crazy, I'ma leave ya

Choppa singin' like Aaliyah

I just might bring back the beeper

Think I'm Larry Hoover, make my little **** evil

Throw 'em in the swamp, now that little **** sinkin'

Try to snake me out, what the fuck was you thinkin'?

'Cause you got a gun, that don't make you a demon

Talkin' crazy, I'ma leave ya

Choppa singin' like Aaliyah

I just might bring back the beeper

Think I'm Larry Hoover, make my little **** evil

Throw 'em in the swamp, now that little **** sinkin'

Try to snake me out, what the fuck was you thinkin'?

'Cause you got a gun, that don't make you a demon (Bitch)

My **** lunchin' like gangland

It was time to click, them bitch **** ran

A hunnid rounds in my Kenzo bag

Shot his brother, why his men so mad?

You not a shoota, ****, stick to the gas

Jump out LA, hollow tip hit your ass

She light skin, cute face, fat ass

At the MGM that little bitch bout to get smashed

Got **** on the curve

My heroin, comin' in pure

Gotta couple bitches, all them hoes do is stare

Them opiates makin' my words slur

I'm workin' for it, bitch, I'm bout to go further

Desert Eagle cook your ass like a bird

I'll smack a bitch, call me Ike Turner

Watch these hot ****, cause they might burn ya

Talkin' crazy, I'ma leave ya

Choppa singin' like Aaliyah

I just might bring back the beeper

Think I'm Larry Hoover, make my little **** evil

Throw 'em in the swamp, now that little **** sinkin'

Try to snake me out, what the fuck was you thinkin'?

'Cause you got a gun, that don't make you a demon

Talkin' crazy, I'ma leave ya

Choppa singin' like Aaliyah

I just might bring back the beeper

Think I'm Larry Hoover, make my little **** evil

Throw 'em in the swamp, now that little **** sinkin'

Try to snake me out, what the fuck was you thinkin'?

'Cause you got a gun, that don't make you a demon