Leisure

(Ahhhh arrrghhh)
(That shit won't shit)
(That shi won't lit)
(Dont try no bucking)
(These niggas be bitches)
(I ain get yo message)
(U ain tammat shit)

I treat a hoe
Why u beat the hoe
U might as well leave the hoe
This shi on my feet
Yea I spend dis in my leisure bro
I made this shi counting sheep
Yeah I made this damn near sleeping hoe
Ill spend dis shi n leave
Real life I jus be teasing hoes
N my neck n wrist od
Real life I jus be freezing hoes
Yeah my bitch out ya league
Real life she jus be freezing folks
Post this shi on my feed
For style tips ik u need it don't ya
U play round here u gon bleed
My last app jus got hit in gosha

Im pouring lean doin donuts
She suck the dick till she throwup
My little wrist goin so nuts
Dis lil bit act like she know us
Allis shi free boi act like you know sum
Niggas be hoes in real life they act so dumb
I pour a 4 inna sprite or cream soda
My side be shooting our fyes we like so what
One of my opps but im sober
Dis shi ain hitting my nigga lets roll up again
Dat boi ain shi lets shoot at his friends
We struck the first whip n crashed the Benz
He rocking ray bans shoot out his lens
(But this not revenge)

But back to the money
Im counting hunnids on hunnids
Im turning nun into something
Im punching flights ya im flying hoes outta London
My life not right yea I feel this shit in my stomach
Offa dis pill I might vomit
She see the demons behind me n she started running
But I chose this shi Iain see nuthin wrong w it
Opp got hit but I wasn't involved w it
Dis hoe my starter I seen her evolve nigga
Watch the lean dissolve nigga
By myself I don't call niggas
Im so slime I might fault nuggas
Im so high I might fall nigga

(But really im really so high rn im on the 50th floor)
(Shi crazy as a mf 30 hoes in dis bih)
(Me n da bros)
(Big Glocks,big sticks big Buttons)
(Opps got killed last week)
(Shi ain nun huh haaaa)



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