It's your boy Leaf, man, f*ck with your boy, man
I do this shit for real, though; man, listen, man
I said, listen, don't come outside if you scared, boul
.30 shots around here in them Glock toys
Grew up a screw up now I can't do wrong
Four-four bulldog where my phone belong
That shit do ring; Nike check things, call T up, man
If you want them whole things, cost like 30 a whop
Bas told me if you miss a shot, keep shooting, cause real shooters don't miss a lot
Jordan 11, Concord, bitch, no socks
All white, Apple watch with the ooo-wop
They say the weak talk, well, I don't say much
Rather chat with Big Ben, that nigga talk too much
Double cup life, like, what the f*ck is up
Boy, I swear this four of lean got me lit up
Call Mikey, tell bro, hit the switch
Cause them boys heard about that sale, on them two bricks
Now the block hot, Explorers all on the shit
Last nigga I called was Joe
Well, kill that bitch, kill that bitch
I said, yeah, yo, kill that bitch