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out my zone! - leechy! lyrics

[intro: down6]
shawty wanna f*ck f*ck f*ck
pistol, keep it tucked tucked tucked
b*tch, you outta luck luck luck
what the f*ck is up up up?
shawty wanna f*ck f*ck f*ck
pistol, keep it tucked tucked tucked
b*tch, you outta luck luck luck
what the f*ck is up up up?

[hook: leechy!]
sh*t, boy, i don’t ever worry like that
if i give you everything, i can take it all back
when you dealin’ with the metal, better hope it ain’t black
better worry ’bout the devil, i still work behind your back, aye
i might take a soul, sole soultaker on my row (aye)
take ’em for a stroll, stole whatever ain’t my own (aye)
something made me sane, manе, i’m really out my zone
the blight raking on my brain, pain, gеt out my f*ckin’ bones (bones)

[verse 1: leechy!]
i don’t really care for the vibes you’ve been bringin’
i wanna see your face, bring the smoke, uh
bring a round’ applause, i clap the dog, i finna ring ya
by your fake plate chain, is it gold? nah
closin’ my eyes, feeling nauseous, aye
open the fourth like a faucet, aye
higher being, make an offer, aye
do not disturb when i call them, aye
i pray to the devil, he left me alone
so i go on my own, where they stole on my soul
on the styx, in the boat to a land of my own
and i’m slittin’ my throat, let my ink well flow
i just got blood on my blackhawk boots
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout your tiktok crew
my eyes, i can see, in the ivory keys
the lock of the shackle, the dog runnin’ free
i’m in the dog house, b*tch, what you talk ’bout, b*tch?
you drawn to the light, like a moth bound b*tch
flippin’ off that switch, you can talk that sh*t
i can decompose your body in a black moss ditch
i got h*rns on my head, h*rn of the dead, ringin’ out dread
f*ck around, in the ground, down pound, go your head
off with your head, off with the lead, off, i’m instead
on top of the motherf*cker, okay, let’s rock
[interlude: scru face jean]
like, this corpse hus* this corse* corpse hubby
this corpse fiancé
my n*gga corpse fiancé goin’ crazy right now

[verse 2: down6]
shawty wanna hit my phone
3 a.m. with l*stful tones
blade up to her f*ckin’ neck
to prove this ho’ is mine to own
poppin’ pills and sippin’ liquor
eat right through her for my dinner
paint quite a scene over text, set the picture
if you thinkin’ of hidin’, don’t bother, i got high sense
f*ckin’ with the digger of graves, serve remains
i’ma douse you in a curse, the cult like chant raised
at a level that i’ll climb ’til the end of our days
i’m an animal gnawin’ at metal inside of a cage
i be givin’ quite a tease, neck flesh in my t**th
get down on your knees if you wanna pay your deeds
marks of my love not concealed underneath
’cause, b*tch, you my toy, you my motherf*ckin’ show piece

[bridge: down6]
shawty wanna f*ck f*ck f*ck
pistol, keep it tucked tucked tucked
b*tch, you outta luck luck luck
what the f*ck is up up up?
[hook: leechy!]
sh*t, boy, i don’t ever worry like that
if i give you everything, i can take it all back
when you dealin’ with the metal, better hope it ain’t black
better worry ’bout the devil, i still work behind your back, aye
i might take a soul, sole soultaker on my row (aye)
take ’em for a stroll, stole whatever ain’t my own (aye)
something made me sane, mane, i’m really out my zone
the blight raking on my brain, pain, get out my f*ckin’ bones (bones)

[outro: scru face jean]
beat* is that* that’s gotta be leechy boi
he’s*

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