Leave You
Yrb you'd rather be like, Ayee ap city, Ap, Ya know the vibes
Boss up on ya like ap the city ap the what ap, Ap the nation
Nation to nation to city, Oh you know what's going on
I ain't want leave you but I feel like I just had too
I been on the road I'm on the go I'm making fast moves
I ain't trying brag Louie my bag because I had to
My niggas dying fast they still in trap still like they have to
I don't need nobody I could get it by my lonely
I been on the road Im on the go ducking from police
My niggas in the trenches doing drills up out the stoley
Don't come around my side unless you finna tuck ya Rollie
My niggas to smoke to ease the pain but it don't never ease
So they pourin Hennessy Düsse 17
Drowning in the waves tryna wake up off the ecstasy
Pop percocets heavily
Drug use expertise but in the streets floating
Like the fall when it's setting leaves
Lord come and help me please
I'm tryna see my niggas free
Battling my demons with this nina ima let it squeeze
Trying elevate can't let 'em drain me of my energy
Don't tell me you love me nigga you are not my brody
Don't tell me you love me baby you don't even know me
I was off the lean and popping beans I almost odeed
Got me reminiscing but can't go back to the old me
I was getting lit way before it was the trend too
Pull-up up with the glos I might pull-up with a trend too
All my bitches bad and they gone pull-up with a friend too
And I don't fuck with broke bitches
I'm sorry to offend you, All those time times I thought I really loved me
Had to find out that it was a lie, All those times I thought you riding for me
But you not it caught me by surprise, All those times I thought you really loved me
But you not it caught me by surprise, All those times I thought you riding for me
Had to find out it was all a lie
I ain't want leave you but I feel like I just had too
I been on the road I'm on the go I'm making fast moves
I ain't trying brag Louie my bag because I had to
My niggas dying fast they still in trap still like they have to
I don't need nobody I could get it by my lonely
I been on the road Im on the go ducking from police
My niggas in the trenches doing drills up out the stoley
Don't come around my side unless you finna tuck ya Rollie
Boss up on ya like ap the city ap the what ap, Ap the nation
Nation to nation to city, Oh you know what's going on
I ain't want leave you but I feel like I just had too
I been on the road I'm on the go I'm making fast moves
I ain't trying brag Louie my bag because I had to
My niggas dying fast they still in trap still like they have to
I don't need nobody I could get it by my lonely
I been on the road Im on the go ducking from police
My niggas in the trenches doing drills up out the stoley
Don't come around my side unless you finna tuck ya Rollie
My niggas to smoke to ease the pain but it don't never ease
So they pourin Hennessy Düsse 17
Drowning in the waves tryna wake up off the ecstasy
Pop percocets heavily
Drug use expertise but in the streets floating
Like the fall when it's setting leaves
Lord come and help me please
I'm tryna see my niggas free
Battling my demons with this nina ima let it squeeze
Trying elevate can't let 'em drain me of my energy
Don't tell me you love me nigga you are not my brody
Don't tell me you love me baby you don't even know me
I was off the lean and popping beans I almost odeed
Got me reminiscing but can't go back to the old me
I was getting lit way before it was the trend too
Pull-up up with the glos I might pull-up with a trend too
All my bitches bad and they gone pull-up with a friend too
And I don't fuck with broke bitches
I'm sorry to offend you, All those time times I thought I really loved me
Had to find out that it was a lie, All those times I thought you riding for me
But you not it caught me by surprise, All those times I thought you really loved me
But you not it caught me by surprise, All those times I thought you riding for me
Had to find out it was all a lie
I ain't want leave you but I feel like I just had too
I been on the road I'm on the go I'm making fast moves
I ain't trying brag Louie my bag because I had to
My niggas dying fast they still in trap still like they have to
I don't need nobody I could get it by my lonely
I been on the road Im on the go ducking from police
My niggas in the trenches doing drills up out the stoley
Don't come around my side unless you finna tuck ya Rollie
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Writer(s): Randolph Davis
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