Leave Em Dead

Fed talk, white chalk
Head shot, I see red
Slide down, pop out
100 Shots, we leave em dead

Energy, I'm protecting mine at all cost
Bitch I go and find the money GPS I can't get lost
Levels to this shit, pockets full of them dead guys
M.O.B HFL, know I got them MOB ties

Bitch I put that shit on I be fresher than a peppermint
Choppa patch a nigga up, just like he a letterman
I ain't up on no rookie shit I came In like a veteran
Heard the opps was tight
Glockie get em loose we stretching shit
Bitch I'm on the come up
Freaky hoe she sucked my dick and then she sucked the cum up
Know I be grinding from sun down to sun up
Naw I don't do drugs baby I smoke marijuana
Head shot he a goner

Fed talk, white chalk
Head shot, I see red
Slide down, pop out
100 Shots, we leave em dead



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Writer(s): Marquis Wells
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