Leo the Rapper - 6 Ring Winner (feat. Fed Up) Lyrics

No Cap
Leo been a shooter since Pokemon Snap
Aiming for the Future
Doing kamasutra
With my future, wifey
Hope we have a son or a daughter who look like me
High Key
Highway to the top, they tryna stop, and sightsee
Take a picture for the IG
I don't do no flexing
Ego big as Texas
Plus I'm fly as Hedwig
They just tryna use my past as leverage
Ayyy, bet you didn't know he got it like that
Lost it all then I got it right back
I got babies, on babies, that call me Baby,
That's a Triple up
Better double up
Get your homies tell em huddle up
So dope I can't sober up
Hail Mary
These Visions are getting scary
Inhaling the competition and melting the dictionaries
I'm a f*cking Rick in a world full of Jerry's
Better run bitches like my name is Scary Terry
I've been moving weight like Larry, the Lobster
Rolling with mobsters
Fly like saucers
Already turn down some offers
I'm a Topper
Grab her hair pull it twist it then bop her
Getting trippy off the blotter
Homie drive a car with a trunk full of helicopters
Hanging with them Monstars
If your at the top it's of moron mountain
Pretty soon I'mma have to hire an accountant
So many flights this year I stopped counting
But I stay grounded
So well rounded
Squares are astounded
Breaking out the chains that I'm bound in
Came a long way, from a cage
Held it down all them days
Now I'm really getting paid
Making change
But i never change
Me and Fed Up gonna make em pay
What you say make em pay
Hit em wit da k
In dey medulla oblongata
Nigga Bobby Bouche
Young bull I was trapping off da hard yay
Now a nigga sitting on da throne
Dats da ball way all day
Bitch I'm finally free dats a blessing
Omerta federalies no confessions
I'm da mayor of BG hood elected
Macho man Fed Up savage
I be flexing on these bastards
Got my masters in these streets
I'm beast on da beats watch me feast
Pull da dick out tell a bitch eat
Don't cheat show passion
Hit her wit a thrashing
Me and Leo on the record MJ John Paxson
6 Ring Winner I'm a 16 killa
Full course meal flow yours a TV dinner
Real Vette City veteran nobody better than
Flyer than a pelican
Plugged wit da Mexicans
Been wit da shit four fifth
Watch it kick bullets spit
Head shot body drop skull split
Then I dip in the whip
Bitch I'm gone 160
Spin back around run em over dats sickening
3 time felon got some shit off in my melon
2020 dats my year
Spread the word go tell em
Its goodbye time I ain't talking Blake Shelton
You told me take you there
So I did it Lord help em