Alright, let's get it, let's go, what, uh, uh, gang, yeah
What, bout to sit home, bout to smoke crack
What ya know about, that, uh, pockets, gettin' real fat
Smokin' on blacks, nah, backwoods, man
Nigga, let me hold a stack, f*ck that, uh, get a pound back
Nah took that, man, hold on, nigga, where your stack at
Amiri jeans, fit like 30 G's, I got the duffel bag with a lot of keys
I got a bad bitch man, she from Belize
When I dick her down, she say, "Khalif, baby, take it easy"
You doin' with me too rough, so I get up, and then she suck it up
I take a shower, then I beat it up, eat a smoothie, then she eat it up
In the jacuzzi, man, she feedin' me up
I got my feet up, feelin' like Scarface in the movies, what
These chumps know what the f*ck is up, I'm about to do a freestyle man, and all I want is a lump sump bucks
If you got it, nigga, you better give it up
Leef in' this bitch, you know what the f*ck is up
All y'all rap niggas, man, y'all f*ckin' chumps
When I'm runnin' down, nigga, put that money up
We can bet on anything, we can bet on any cause
We can do anything man, shootouts, man, fightin' at any bars
We can do whip for whip, nigga, we can do star or star
It don't matter, man, nigga, I did this shit, man
When I was in my car,
F*ck you talking bout extra clips
Banana shit, gorillas in this bitch, we goin' ape, nigga
Stop playin' nigga, we some real niggas, from up the hill, nigga
Nah we from the bottom, a lot of trauma
Whole lot of violence, wakin' up, can't get deposits
Nigga's wilin, shots was fired, oh my God, hold on, I ain't lyin'
Poppin' tires, wakin' up tired, I swear to God, man this shit, man
Was like the wire, blockers on fire, smokers stealin' tires
Goddamn man, what the f*ck, man I need subscribers
Subscribe to me, subscribe to Leef
Have you feelin' so good like ecstasy
Who wants some beef
Let's cook it up, I cook shit up, I whip it up
Then I go outside, then I sell it
Then we gettin' money, man, we gotta blow it
If you ain't spendin' money, what the f*ck, why the f*ck you showin' it
Yeah, we goin' through the whole beat
It's a freestyle, and y'all know this is
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Alright, let's get it, let's go, what, uh, uh, gang, yeah
What, bout to sit home, bout to smoke crack
What ya know about, that, uh, pockets, gettin' real fat
Smokin' on blacks, nah, backwoods, man
Nigga, let me hold a stack, f*ck that, uh, get a pound back
Nah took that, man, hold on, nigga, where your stack at
Amiri jeans, fit like 30 G's, I got the duffel bag with a lot of keys
I got a bad bitch man, she from Belize
When I dick her down, she say, "Khalif, baby, take it easy"
You doin' with me too rough, so I get up, and then she suck it up
I take a shower, then I beat it up, eat a smoothie, then she eat it up
In the jacuzzi, man, she feedin' me up
I got my feet up, feelin' like Scarface in the movies, what
These chumps know what the f*ck is up, I'm about to do a freestyle man, and all I want is a lump sump bucks
If you got it, nigga, you better give it up
Leef in' this bitch, you know what the f*ck is up
All y'all rap niggas, man, y'all f*ckin' chumps
When I'm runnin' down, nigga, put that money up
We can bet on anything, we can bet on any cause
We can do anything man, shootouts, man, fightin' at any bars
We can do whip for whip, nigga, we can do star or star
It don't matter, man, nigga, I did this shit, man
When I was in my car,
F*ck you talking bout extra clips
Banana shit, gorillas in this bitch, we goin' ape, nigga
Stop playin' nigga, we some real niggas, from up the hill, nigga
Nah we from the bottom, a lot of trauma
Whole lot of violence, wakin' up, can't get deposits
Nigga's wilin, shots was fired, oh my God, hold on, I ain't lyin'
Poppin' tires, wakin' up tired, I swear to God, man this shit, man
Was like the wire, blockers on fire, smokers stealin' tires
Goddamn man, what the f*ck, man I need subscribers
Subscribe to me, subscribe to Leef
Have you feelin' so good like ecstasy
Who wants some beef
Let's cook it up, I cook shit up, I whip it up
Then I go outside, then I sell it
Then we gettin' money, man, we gotta blow it
If you ain't spendin' money, what the f*ck, why the f*ck you showin' it
Yeah, we goin' through the whole beat
It's a freestyle, and y'all know this is
What, bout to sit home, bout to smoke crack
What ya know about, that, uh, pockets, gettin' real fat
Smokin' on blacks, nah, backwoods, man
Nigga, let me hold a stack, f*ck that, uh, get a pound back
Nah took that, man, hold on, nigga, where your stack at
Amiri jeans, fit like 30 G's, I got the duffel bag with a lot of keys
I got a bad bitch man, she from Belize
When I dick her down, she say, "Khalif, baby, take it easy"
You doin' with me too rough, so I get up, and then she suck it up
I take a shower, then I beat it up, eat a smoothie, then she eat it up
In the jacuzzi, man, she feedin' me up
I got my feet up, feelin' like Scarface in the movies, what
These chumps know what the f*ck is up, I'm about to do a freestyle man, and all I want is a lump sump bucks
If you got it, nigga, you better give it up
Leef in' this bitch, you know what the f*ck is up
All y'all rap niggas, man, y'all f*ckin' chumps
When I'm runnin' down, nigga, put that money up
We can bet on anything, we can bet on any cause
We can do anything man, shootouts, man, fightin' at any bars
We can do whip for whip, nigga, we can do star or star
It don't matter, man, nigga, I did this shit, man
When I was in my car,
F*ck you talking bout extra clips
Banana shit, gorillas in this bitch, we goin' ape, nigga
Stop playin' nigga, we some real niggas, from up the hill, nigga
Nah we from the bottom, a lot of trauma
Whole lot of violence, wakin' up, can't get deposits
Nigga's wilin, shots was fired, oh my God, hold on, I ain't lyin'
Poppin' tires, wakin' up tired, I swear to God, man this shit, man
Was like the wire, blockers on fire, smokers stealin' tires
Goddamn man, what the f*ck, man I need subscribers
Subscribe to me, subscribe to Leef
Have you feelin' so good like ecstasy
Who wants some beef
Let's cook it up, I cook shit up, I whip it up
Then I go outside, then I sell it
Then we gettin' money, man, we gotta blow it
If you ain't spendin' money, what the f*ck, why the f*ck you showin' it
Yeah, we goin' through the whole beat
It's a freestyle, and y'all know this is
Writer: Khalif Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid