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leak – eric the nascar driver lyrics

six shots in the gun
imma put em in six spots as he run
why his name fresh if he dress like a bum
im with bangladesh n-ggas who look just like saddam
west palm where im from
you know where i stay but won’t pull up because ya set ain’t dumb
criminals but y’all got legal guns
what the f-ck? know tell what kinda stupid sh-t y’all on
sound like polices!
homeboy saw my peoples downtown
smash the gas like he saw polices
other dude on fifty d-ck twice as hard
signed to shadyville obviously ain’t get to far
because he wack
them weak beats homeboy producing for y’all tracks
and homeboy like ya homie you can get smacked
know what i’m talking bout cause n-gga you recorded it
while you was in cl-ss i was skipping school on r-t-rded sh-t
should of wrote ya diss back then proly be harder b-tch
homeboy ya set is g-unit wannabes spitting garbage sh-t
talking bout wolves of west palm
i don’t know if it’s true you stay in wellington
but sh-t you not from west palm
beats i bomb
you bring guns i bring bombs
nsg
n-ggas set gone
n-gga name yellabyrd
what he from seasame street
i don’t eat p-ssy
i eat rappers like some seasame seeds
blessing the streets
real street n-gga talking
splat eric what’s car and tell that lame get the walking
heard his diss track ain’t like i heard gunshots
you said you was gone pull up n-gga i was on the block
waiting
day to day patient
me and og haze gon put his fist where ya face is
send shots we send em back make n-ggas do the matrix
vandam the face of west palm and im the finest face it
and i don’t want ya b-tch cause ya b-tch ain’t bad n-gga
when it come to b-tches ain’t to many leak ain’t had n-gga
i heard billz scared to walk on tamarind
so if he want beef tell the p-ssy meet me on tamarind
coward -ss n-gga why the f-ck you got a pistol
sharing with eric like y’all some bad -ss k!llers
you n-ggas is lames that’s the word around town
cause when i ask about you don’t n0body know you clowns
go back to new york n-ggas with them old -ss beats
homeboy almost thirty don’t sound half old -ss me
yeen got no voice west palm not feeling you
you better off making ya next mixtape straight instrumentals
lame n-gga talking bout i don’t live this lifestyle
like ice cool ain’t locked up for it right now
talking bout you gon rob me if you catch me flossing
i guess his chain to small these cuban links for bosses
you been hating b-tch n-gga admit it
while i was setting trends you was rocking dingy fit its
you was a cool lame n-gga at first
caught you sneaking dissing now you made a diss track
time to put you in the dirt
put em in the coffin
smoking loud at ya video shoot had ya baby lung -ss coffin
my n-ggas said don’t let you hit it
but i let y’all hit it
zay ask if it was mid
i guess he accustom to smoking midget
and if you think i’m lying you can ask freddie
n0body felt that rainbow song out in fg
look how much times you called my name like i’m f-cking you
g-y -ss n-gga i don’t even know w-ssup with you
i think billz touching you
second verse sound like he was deep up in you
and you liked it yeen know what to do
bout you rinding with the clique
y’all all seem g-y to me seem like y’all ride each others d-ck
everything you got from slagin birds down
i say you a p-ssy and you won’t slide
even when i’m out of town
in trinidad smoking on trinidad purple
n-ggas know leak go in like a curfew
lyrically hurt you watch who you spit ya words to
i ain’t famous yet boy so them lame sh-ts i heard you
eric the nascar driver
he gas it when i see him
riding with the clique
well today you shouldn’t have leave him
yellabyrd the typical red n-gga
he draked out
beef make billz hard
then him and yella make out
eric the nascar driver can’t test with them weak -ss rhymes
ya older brother that b-tch black weak -ss lines
now don’t get back at me until something dope hit you
f-ck it you can take my chain home with you
billz looking like a fifty cent clown hit you
g-unit screaming c-set we’re not with you
you bought your views like billz bought his followers
bout you end careers
well thought leak wouldn’t foloow up
sold out mixtapes rap n-gga get ya dollars up
in these streets poppin like our collars up
nsg hope fat b-tch ain’t got no hope

- leak lyrics

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