lil rango & leekflexin - leeky lyrics
[intro]
(aye, aye )
i got my beat it’s from leeky, too many b+tches move treeshy (jonathan??)
focused, i’m stacking my breeshy
i ain’t from new york but i’m up in chiraq in these trenches
b+tch, i was losing my senses, that .40 cal making my city hot, it’s getting busy
[verse 1]
you n+ggas can’t test me
xanny the faygo it’s getting real fizzy
i f+ck around pull+up with semis
police, they wanna arrest me
b+tches, they stress me, f+ck it, i’m f+cking her bestie (aye)
f+ck around, chop his ass up, i’ll throw him up off of a jetski
can’t let no stupid hoe stress me
can’t letta oppa nem stretch me
can’t let a officer catch me (aye)
n+gga, i’m sliding, i’m posted+on, bolo on block with that iron
n+gga move crazy, then that n+gga dying
’cause we not leaving until we send nine up into his spine
the paramedics pull+up, look at the time
i hop in that motherf+cking scatty, the tires, they skating on dan ryan
steady switching them lanes, we flying
[bridge]
one wrong move and we dying
i pull over, shorty give brain on the side
police, they pulling me over, i wait ’til that n+gga come up to the side
i skeet on the jakes
f+ck it, i’m putting my life in these brakes
and if i hit the corner way too fast, i’ll flip over, f+ck up the plates
bolo he with me, that n+gga smoke three to the face
he can’t get a break
[verse 2]
up on the block, shooting that dice, we was upping the stakes
that 30+clip up on the hip in the motherf+cking party, i can’t take a break
i’ll air this b+tch out if a n+gga step up on my fazos, huh
in the telly, i’m posted with two or three g+y hoes
two or three bottles and two or three dracos
i’m with bolo and we pull+up in four doors
really be riding in steamers
now we be crashin the beamer
‘xtendo clip, i call it nina
that .40 cal i call it tina
red dot, i call it lina
i been on that sh+t since a n+gga been talkin’ back teachers
f+ck around, beat up a preacher
i f+ck around cut off a n+gga, who really be leeching
f+ck around hop on the 294, now i’m speeding
[outro]
294, now we speeding
white line certified, smoking this gas and i’m coughing and sneezing
b+tch in the back for no reason
i catch me a n+gga i f+ck around and then tell bolo to squeeze it
i got my beat it’s from leeky, too many b+tches move treeshy
focused, i’m stacking my breeshy
i ain’t from new york but i’m up in chiraq in these trenches
b+tch, i was losing my senses, that .40 cal making my city hot
we getting busy, huh
xanny the faygo it’s getting real fizzy
you n+ggas can’t test me
f+ck around pull+up with semis
police, they wanna arrest me
f+ck it, i’m f+cking her bestie, b+tches can’t stress me
(what?)
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