leesta – against me lyrics
[intro]
sil on the beat too!
oh, i’m with these racks
man, i’m runnin’ with my sack
b+tch i’m bad, all my b+tches bad
you know how i’m at, this ain’t that
and i got it, man
i got that, no cap, that sh+t no cap
bunch of money, yeah
all this sh+t ain’t rap, that sh+t no cap
[chorus]
runnin’ up the m’s
f+ckin’ your b+tch and her b+tch and her friends
smokin’ on a whole lot of gas, my pack big as h+ll, you can’t get it
twenty band, hundred band, light band, man
add it up, get it right, man
geeked up, adderall, no vyvanse
saks fifth, catchin’ that, [?]
runnin’ up the m’s, runnin’, runnin’ up the m’s
man, my brother [?] scammin’, he gon’ run it up, i bet
speakin’ of which, i heard you said you scared somebody, but ya didn’t
smoke a quarter ounce of it, not a single blunt is mid
[verse]
b+tch, i live how i live, posted in la
used to let my people down, now everybody straight
and yeah, i could lie, but i would rather tell it straight
i don’t like my b+tches straight, i like my b+tches bi and g+y
big house with a lake, and it got a gate
f+ckin’ tiktok b+tches, they gon’ hit the renegade
told that b+tch, “stop”, she just with me ’cause i’m gettin’ paid
i don’t trust a single face, they gon’ fold like paper mache
if you touch me, then my bro gon’ [?], and that sh+t no cap, that sh+t no way
count a hundred, got like fifty on my lap, fifty on my waist
born stuntin’, if you want it, come and grab, come try and take
he gon’ die, know i got gunners state to state, yay, aye
[chorus]
runnin’ up the m’s
f+ckin’ your b+tch and her b+tch and her friends
smokin’ on a whole lot of gas, my pack big as h+ll, you can’t get it
twenty band, hundred band, light band, man
add it up, get it right, man
geeked up, adderall, no vyvanse
saks fifth, catchin’ that, [?]
runnin’ up the m’s, runnin’, runnin’ up the m’s
man, my brother [?] scammin’, he gon’ run it up, i bet
speakin’ of which, i heard you said you scared somebody, but ya didn’t
smoke a quarter ounce of it, not a single blunt is mid
b+tch i live how i live
[outro]
oh, i’m with these racks
man, i’m runnin’ with my sack
b+tch i’m bad, all my b+tches bad
you know how i’m at, this ain’t that
and i got it, man
i got that, no cap, that sh+t no cap
bunch of money, yeah
all this sh+t ain’t rap, that sh+t no cap
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