Hating From Outside the Club
Leeko
Push it
True
I'm flyer than a pilot on a runway
Want what I deserve and I'm finna make it mine
Hit the club on Saturday, brunch on Sunday
Leeko got another one 4 the summer time
The game need change hiphop in a gridlock
Ice me out, suck me off, that's a liplock
Leeko Verde got another flow, rhyme impeccable
Wondering when he stop, bitch when the beat stop
Leeko goin viral like some teens on a tiktok
With my whole team and we headed to the tiptop
Beat beat the pot til my mu fuckin wrist lock
Gone bag it up slim pass me a ziplock
I'm the new face of hiphop
They switching up they flip flop
I'm so dope I leave em choked and gagged like a slipknot
Heard they sleeping on me let em sleep til they dead
Keep ya business to yourself I heard your friends is the feds
Pose for the camera finna take a flick for your twitter
Pose for the camera take a pic for the gram
If your squad in this bitch lemme hear you make some noise
Pose with your people take a pic with your fam
Said you bored in the house and you in the house bored
Cleaning up ya crib and you sweeping up the floors
Highlight so bright, you killin' the contour
Brand new Chanel bag you call it couture
From the 804
Might just take your whore
My name ringing bells and my name open doors
How you the loudest in the room & the brokest
Don't look for out for your people how you claiming you the wokest
Drip and the potion, my plans put in motion
Doubled what you can a Ford because Leeko 2 focused
Goin up
Goin up
Goin up
Got the whole club jumpin like a waffle house
Club hot club packed like a backwood
Ima hit you back just make sure that the pack good
Club hot club packed like a backwood
What that pussy hittin on, baby was yo pap good
If you see somebody in the party lookin lovely
Gone head shoot ya shot, gone head make that bucket
And if you see somebody in the party you don't fuck with
Point em out point em out
Tell em knuck if you buck then
Talking all that shit I'm finna put em in a hefty
I be killing money I can make a fuckin check bleed
This is not class, goofy ass, do not test me
Baby love on me, please do not stress me
Who gon do you like me
Nobody
Who gon sex you like me
Nobody
Who gon fuck you like me
Nobody
Who gon love you like me
Nobody baby
You is not the plug boy you just a middle man
Leeko v the ruler finna get my dividends
How you hating from outside, you can't even get in
804 Breezy finna tell they ass again
I don't see how you can hate from outside the club
You cant even get in
Push it
True
I'm flyer than a pilot on a runway
Want what I deserve and I'm finna make it mine
Hit the club on Saturday, brunch on Sunday
Leeko got another one 4 the summer time
The game need change hiphop in a gridlock
Ice me out, suck me off, that's a liplock
Leeko Verde got another flow, rhyme impeccable
Wondering when he stop, bitch when the beat stop
Leeko goin viral like some teens on a tiktok
With my whole team and we headed to the tiptop
Beat beat the pot til my mu fuckin wrist lock
Gone bag it up slim pass me a ziplock
I'm the new face of hiphop
They switching up they flip flop
I'm so dope I leave em choked and gagged like a slipknot
Heard they sleeping on me let em sleep til they dead
Keep ya business to yourself I heard your friends is the feds
Pose for the camera finna take a flick for your twitter
Pose for the camera take a pic for the gram
If your squad in this bitch lemme hear you make some noise
Pose with your people take a pic with your fam
Said you bored in the house and you in the house bored
Cleaning up ya crib and you sweeping up the floors
Highlight so bright, you killin' the contour
Brand new Chanel bag you call it couture
From the 804
Might just take your whore
My name ringing bells and my name open doors
How you the loudest in the room & the brokest
Don't look for out for your people how you claiming you the wokest
Drip and the potion, my plans put in motion
Doubled what you can a Ford because Leeko 2 focused
Goin up
Goin up
Goin up
Got the whole club jumpin like a waffle house
Club hot club packed like a backwood
Ima hit you back just make sure that the pack good
Club hot club packed like a backwood
What that pussy hittin on, baby was yo pap good
If you see somebody in the party lookin lovely
Gone head shoot ya shot, gone head make that bucket
And if you see somebody in the party you don't fuck with
Point em out point em out
Tell em knuck if you buck then
Talking all that shit I'm finna put em in a hefty
I be killing money I can make a fuckin check bleed
This is not class, goofy ass, do not test me
Baby love on me, please do not stress me
Who gon do you like me
Nobody
Who gon sex you like me
Nobody
Who gon fuck you like me
Nobody
Who gon love you like me
Nobody baby
You is not the plug boy you just a middle man
Leeko v the ruler finna get my dividends
How you hating from outside, you can't even get in
804 Breezy finna tell they ass again
I don't see how you can hate from outside the club
You cant even get in
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Writer(s): Malik White
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