leesta - exactly lyrics
[chorus]
shooters on my roof, they might get you from a distance
b-tches on my phone, i’m texting them like “who is this?”
i keep big dope in the pocket of my britches
smoking on the gas, man i swear this sh-t be hitting
loesoe going crazy
jump out the jet, like a god d-mn athlete
run to all these bands like i’m at a f-cking track meet
she can try a lot on me, but she won’t get it past me
they say “you think you the sh-t?” and i’m like “yeah, exactly”
[verse]
i’ve got black hoes, all hoes my type
i told that girl to pack a bag, it’s gon’ be overnight
we got alcohol and pills, coolin’ in the hills
my money talk like i’m (?)
f-cking your b-tch, yeah, how do you feel?
got beef? then you get grilled
she tryna text me, i told her “stop that”
and don’t hit my phone, ’cause i won’t call back
i see these hoes changing my bros
got a big bag, i’m changing my clothes
she got a best friend, i’m hitting them both
yeah, both them girls, let’s go, let’s go
magazine, my gun got a magazine
my b-tch, she mad at me
my phone ran out of battery
i told her that
but she see right through my lies
spent a hundred bands on my ride
and i just want you to see inside
i swear to god, i ain’t know, it be like this since a jit
promethazine my p-ss
rosetta stone my b-tch
spent like ten bands on my fit
and another twenty bands on my wrist
can you do the money dance on your b-tch?
spent your little rap money on my kicks
i know what i want to
get any girl that i want, too
say that i ain’t real, you don’t know what the f-ck i’ve gone through
been through h-ll and back for this
ran up my lil’ sack for this
living how i want ’cause i don’t know what’s coming after this
[chorus]
shooters on my roof, they might get you from a distance
b-tches on my phone, i’m texting them like “who is this?”
i keep big dope in the pocket of my britches
smoking on the gas, man i swear this sh-t be hitting
jump out the jet, like a god d-mn athlete
run to all these bands like i’m at a f-cking track meet
she can try a lot on me, but she won’t get it past me
they say “you think you the sh-t?” and i’m like “yeah, exactly”
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