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extra ammunition - leesta lyrics

[intro]
yb jadu reachin’ new levels
it’s global

[chorus]
wishin’ i could turn back time
but we all know that’s not possible to do
i been tryna move on, but that’s not possible for you
tryna achieve my dreams, they make it seem impossible to do
remember what you wrote inside my yearbook
and all the photos of you i had in my locker back in school
i was the rockin’ the new shoes, i just wanted to be cool
i just wanted to be cool, i wanna be popular like you
yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah
can’t speak what’s on my mind without some criticism
my bro ran off on all his heads, hе ain’t tryna split it with ‘em
i seen some fans in the mall, i might takе pictures with ‘em
talkin’ down, i don’t understand, i ain’t never too big to get ‘em whacked
can’t believe my brodie died, my only wish to get him back
pad ‘em glocks with extra ammunition in ‘em
play the field with my b*tches, i’m conditionin’ ‘em
leesta got it, everybody tryna kick it with him

[verse]
speak my pain like a poet
back when i was at my lowest, you ain’t even notice
i ain’t driving no more fords, man, i can’t even focus
and the glock got a potato, know that b*tch fully loaded
i could f*ck her friend and f*ck her friend’s friend but i don’t wanna
society gon’ try to tell you to blend in but i don’t wanna
man, the watch on me, that sh*t gon’ go like ben 10
f*ckin’ on her friend’s friend, wonderin’ how my friends been
wonderin’ where my friends went
feel like it was meant, but i still struggle with depression
‘cause my brodie finally restin’
f*ck her from the back, put my d*ck in her intestines
swipin’ pieces, i need visas, i need netspends
pop out, made they head spin
brodie got a best benz
we don’t even care ‘bout what they do, we known to set trends
f*ckin’ on a lesbian, that boy a pedestrian
show out when i step in, blow out with my weapon
don’t ever trip ‘cause this sh*t destined
ride with a whole hundred rounds in the car and i’m blowin’ it up
play with the gang and that lil boy get smoked like a blunt, yeah, that lil boy get rolled in the dust
bust down the rollie, i’m holdin’ it up
rockin’ a show with a mosh pit, open it up
drivin’ high in a phantom, ain’t no soberin’ up
bro masked up like he scared to get covid or somethin’
[chorus]
wishin’ i could turn back time
but we all know that’s not possible to do
i been tryna move on, but that’s not possible for you
tryna achieve my dreams, they make it seem impossible to do
remember what you wrote inside my yearbook
and all the photos of you i had in my locker back in school
i was the rockin’ the new shoes, i just wanted to be cool
i just wanted to be cool, i wanna be popular like you
yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah
can’t speak what’s on my mind without some criticism
my bro ran off on all his heads, he ain’t tryna split it with ‘em
i seen some fans in the mall, i might take pictures with ‘em
talkin’ down, i don’t understand, i ain’t never too big to get ‘em whacked
can’t believe my brodie died, my only wish to get him back
pad ‘em glocks with extra ammunition in ‘em
play the field with my b*tches, i’m conditionin’ ‘em
leesta got it, everybody tryna kick it with him

- leesta lyrics

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