[Intro] (I'ma do it like that, YB) Ayy, stick it up Yeah, all 'bout my bread, brioche Get you some money, good girl Ayy, bitch
[Chorus] It's Leo, you don't gotta ask, you know it's me (Uh-huh) Wherever I go, hoes notice me (Yeah, yeah) I don't know one bitch cold as me (Yeah, yeah) And we can't fuck on camera (Why?) 'Cause it ain't no exposing me And I don't smoke but I'll roll a rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me Hoes be thinking it's beef Aight ,bet, I'ma show you somethin' (Yeah, yeah) I'ma up with that motherfuckin' pole or somethin' (Yeah, yeah) Glock .43 X to your nose or somethin' We seen them shots you was throwin' online We thought it was funny we know it's nothing Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay (Yeah, yeah) Better have you a strap cause you know I'm clutching (Bitch)
[Verse 1] Ayy, I don't have beef with none of these bitches, these hoes not my opps (Uh) If the law see a clip with sticks and beams, no, them is not my props (The fuck?) 'Cause we got Dracs , AR-15s, knock a bitch out her socks (Boom, boom) Stand over a bitch and empty the clip 'til it click, I'm not gon' stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ayy, hoes only hard on Instagram, bitch, cut that live off (Ho-ho) Hoes be thinkin' they queen bee 'til I come knock they whole damn hive off (Bitch) 'Cause I'll pull up to a rap bitch hood, then spray the whole block, then drive out (Boom) 7.62 hit her in the middle of her chest like a goddamn dry cough (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) Yeah, we got them sticks, now we finna rock out (Rock out) Send me the addy, you know I'ma pop out (Pop out) Pull up to your block, them shooters gon' hop out (Hop out) Whenever it's smoke, the opps gone cop out (What?) You ain't shootin' shit, ho, put that Glock down (Bitch) I'm going dumb just like I dropped out Thinkin' she hard, she gon' get her ass knocked out You don't want smoke you just want a shoutout (Pussy bitch)
[Chorus] You don't gotta ask, you know it's me Wherever I go, hoes notice me (Yeah, yeah) I don't know one bitch cold as me (Uh-huh) And we can't fuck on camera (Why?) 'Cause it ain't no exposing me And I don't smoke but I'll roll a rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me (Yeah, yeah) Hoes be thinking it's beef Aight ,bet, I'ma show you somethin' I'ma up with that motherfuckin' pole or somethin' (Yeah, yeah) Glock .43 X to your nose or somethin' (Yeah) We seen them shots you was throwin' online We thought it was funny we know it's nothing Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay (Yeah, ayy) Better have you a strap cause you know I'm clutching (Bitch)
[Verse 2] My team don't like when I go to the mall all by myself, I told 'em don't worry Ayy, 'cause if a ho play at McDonalds, I'ma gun her down, then get a McFlurry (Woo, woo) I can't beef with you, you thirty (Fool) Thinkin' she clean, I'ma do her dirty I love my Glock 'cause this bitch sturdy (What?) Talk too much, ho, you too wordy (Yeah) Bitch get off Instagram (Huh?) You done met your match with a bitch like me 'cause I don't give a damn Ayy, I'm getting booked, you overlooked, I'm counting up dividends Ho say she gon' do this and that, okay, well you should've did it then Yeah, now I'ma beat your ass to sleep just like your daddy did (Uh-huh) They stand on business, ayy, if it's up in the air then it's stuck (Come on, ayy) I ain't squashin' shit, I don't want forgiveness (Yeah, yeah, uh-uh) Ooh, I'll air this bitch out with the quickness (Bah) Ain't no evidence, leave no witness (Uh-huh) .223 gon' lift and rip her body, I ain't talking fitness, bitch I'm with it Ayy, choppa in the trunk, Glock in my hand (Uh-huh, yeah) If a rap bitch run up on me, it's a wrap like saran (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bah) Ayy, AR in the trunk, Draco in my hand (Yeah) If a rap bitch run up on me, I'm gon' flip her sedan (Yeah, yeah, boom, boom, boom)
[Chorus] It's Leo, you don't gotta ask, you know it's me Wherever I go, hoes notice me (Yeah, yeah) I don't know one bitch cold as me (Uh) And we can't fuck on camera (Why?) 'Cause it ain't no exposing me And I don't smoke but I'll roll a rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me (Ayy) Hoes be thinking it's beef Yeah, okay, I'ma show you somethin' (Yeah, yeah) I'ma up with that motherfuckin' pole or somethin' (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) Glock .43 X to your nose or somethin' We seen them shots you was throwin' online We thought it was funny we know it's nothing Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay Better have you a strap cause you know I'm clutching
[Outro] Man, bitches be having me fucked up Weird-ass hoes, weak-ass hoes Stop telling people we beefing, bitch I wouldn't rrt-pip even spit in your direction, crazy-ass hoe And I don't wanna hear shit about, "Leo you doing too much, you doing too much" Duh, I do too much bitch, look at my car, look at my house, look at my bank account Bitch, add it the fuck up Matter fact, I'm not doing too much, bitches just not doing enough, how 'bout that? Now send that to your group chat, dumb-ass, dusty-ass, musty-ass, crusty-ass, non rapping-ass bitch You done lost your rabbit-ass mind, ho How you mad at a bitch who still can't get the club legally? Like, "Huh?" Aw, it's giving sad, it's giving pathetic, it's giving embarrassing Hoes know what's up with me, though Monaleo, AKA big fuckin' Leo, the biggest, the youngest, and the richest If you don't know, you finna find out real soon The album is on the motherfuckin' way, I'm done letting you bitches breathe Back on you hoes' necksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
