left by that tree - iayze lyrics
[intro]
real murda worth sh*t i’m talkin’ bout
ayy, ayy, b*tch
n*ggas know how i’m rockin’ now (brr)
ain’t got no ho’s, ain’t got no money
you ain’t sign a deal, still in the same spot
negative ass n*gga, get some money boy
you know i do this sh*t boy
[verse]
i want him dead, i ain’t takin’ no please (b*tch, ayy)
i’ma shoot that b*tch, let’s see who call police (brr, brr)
ayy, i got the baddest b*tches, and they devoted to me (they devoted to me)
my ‘drac ain’t never act weird, that b*tch devoted to me (b*tch)
my opp’s opp’s made opp’s strip, i made opp’s mad
n*ggas dissin’ me, i make opp’s rich, i make thots bad
better duck yo’ head when we get on it, bet not up no flag
you bet not call no troops, i’ma k!ll that boy on a deuce
i’ma do him like we did twisty p, have him runnin’ up out his shoes
i’d double glove on my hit, so i bet no leave no clues
‘wockhardt got strip, my b*tches, they strip for me
i’m tryna pop a strip, so i make all the b*tches count strips for me
godd*mn he’s a dead one, he met his dead homie
black ‘drac like akon ovo, i ain’t never lonely
dirt*ball, have the ‘drac scream, it got a opponent
new guns, i wan’ test ’em out, save that for my opponents
stupid b*tch, i still love soup and sh*t even though i grew up
stupid b*tch, i still get racks in this sh*t, n*gga, throw yo’ hood up
he let four words, think i’m p*ssy, and it say four words got him sent up
i’m still crazy as h*ll, b*tch, mature a little, but ain’t switch up
when ela grow up, i’ma let him set ya’ son up
n*gga, waddup?
i could be 50, i’ll still f*ck ya’ son up
n*gga, waddup?
i’ll beat that n*gga, .55 tracer eat that n*gga
hang him up by his leg, until he dead, then start squeezin’ on him
.556 they dragon brain, let them b*tches breathe on him
he’s an ant*ler, he’s a glazier
his b*tch got a gyat, i hit her wit’ rizz
you gon’ get that* treatment, you keep talkin’ sh*t (b*tch)
he say he gon’ up a shield, he usin’ a shield as bricks
but bricks can’t stop a ‘drac n*gga
a brick can’t save yo’ face n*gga
.3a blackout, on that choppa, send yo’ ass to sp*ce n*gga
i don’t know who he be, should’ve kept that sh*t discreet
i feel like lil durkio, get left by that tree
i* i don’t* i don’t know who he be, should’ve kept that sh*t discreet
i feel like lil durkio, get left by that tree (brr, brr, b*tch)
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