Harlow

We aint leave shit
We aint leave shit on the table
We aint leave shit
We aint leave shit on the table
We aint leave shit

We aint leave shit on the table
Except lil crumbs for the lil ass niggas to catch up
This is the the truth aint no fable
I tell you this once girl please do not ask for no lectures
She taking lessons applying the pressure
Turning a stone to a diamond a bezel
Heart made of stone they cant kill me for medals
I did it my own kept my soul from the devil

You know that I got a pistol then why would you try me
Itch my skin because its poison in my body
I need her to suck out the venom
Im riding all black like I'm venom
If she go the stash and you let her ill sleep with the pistol like the mother fucking Texans
It the first thing I'm grabbing I'm stressing out
She wanna swallow me up keep the pressure down
Fuck writing aint sending no letters out
If I keep me a pistol the weapons out
Its a cpn baby its evident
I cant send out locations no resident
Ima trap lord I'm running for president
If I aint winning im funding electing shit

We aint leave shit on the table
Except lil scraps for the lil ass niggas to catch up
This is the the truth aint no fable
I tell you this once girl please do not ask for no lectures
She taking lessons applying the pressure
Im Turning a stone to a diamond a bezel
My Heart made of stone they cant kill me for medals
I did it my own kept my soul from the devil

My chics in back to back whips and the Vibing
Transparent as fuck when my bitches be mobbing
They get no points in comparing the team
Cartier lense its as clear as its seems
I think that im seeing they true colors
After blues man these niggas turn blue suckers
And the grip kinda hot like the new usher
Get a rush when I see that the blues coming
Protecting my energy
I swear that these bitches can't get to me
Im in the streets Gotta play with em mentally
Im in the streets and they singing my symphony
Im in the trap and im cooking doing the dope with chemistry
Keys jumping Ds jumping niggas gotta woah

We aint leave shit on the table
Except lil crumbs for the lil ass niggas to catch up
This is the the truth aint no fable
I tell you this once girl please do not ask for no lectures
She taking lessons applying the pressure
Turning a stone to a diamond a bezel
Heart made of stone they cant kill me for medals
I did it my own kept my soul from the devil

We aint leave shit on the table
Except lil crumbs for the lil ass niggas to catch up
This is the the truth aint no fable
I tell you this once girl please do not ask for no lectures
She taking lessons applying the pressure
Turning a stone to a diamond a bezel
Heart made of stone they cant kill me for medals
I did it my own kept my soul from the devil



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Writer(s): Najjee George
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