By My Side (feat. Leeky Jack)

Playing with me we playing forever
Grah
One 3 One 3
Crunch crewwwwww
Hold on pass that knocka
CRUNCH CREWWWWWW

It stay by my side when I'm feeling alone
Give me space or get put in a cone
Inhaling smoke but I'm exhaling souls
The same gonna happen you talkin on bro
He proud of me deep down that's something I know
Ayo why is that V creepin up on us slow
Hand in my coat clutching my pole
Ima shoot through the shit if it's heads I don't know
I done worked way too hard to be dead or be broke
I get money I been in my zone
That why I barely ever answer my phone
Unless it's a lick or you coppin up O's
Put the chrome to ya heart Nîgga gimme the pack
If you don't then you won't make it back
Learn from this L Nîgga better move tact
Cause we could've left you there flat
I'm tryna get neaky smoochies where they at
Darkskin bubble butt she got the JAT
And legs and her back covered in Tats
Saw her man at my show and he gave me a dap
I guess he don't know that I clapped
But if he moved hot he woulda clapped
Like damn make him a pack
Penetrate thru his chest and it left thru his back

Yo Harden
Whats the plan
I don't think these lil niggas understand
Run up on me and I'm upping my hand
This 40 I got'll make a nigga dance
I'll smoke a nigga like a strand
Ya'll ain't do nothing for none of yall mans
You could pull up, take a trip to my land
I bet TG pop out and leave em where he stand
Fuck that you should get rid of yo man
Like,
I know you don't really like that nigga lets make plans
I can show you how to scam
In the back of the Bach or the Lamb
Wait don't stop keep doin that DAMN
In the back of the Bach or the Lamb
Wait don't stop keep doin that DAMN
Baby you know that I'm into you
Ain't gotta cap girl you know that I'm feeling you
You could pull up to my crib and get physical
If it was month's I'd never get rid of you
Like damn
What the Fuck?
Hollows they hit him and tear that boy up
Niggas thats talking on me better duck
Im with Stone with the Chrome and he ready to dump

It stay by my side when I'm feeling alone
Give me space or get put in a cone
Inhaling smoke but I'm exhaling souls
The same gonna happen you talkin on bro
He proud of me deep down that's something I know
Ayo why is that V creepin up on us slow
Hand in my coat clutching my pole
Ima shoot through the shit if it's heads I don't know



Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Livingston Jr.
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