pneumonia - leesta lyrics
[chorus]
got bands when i pulled up out front
and i’m rolling big gas in a blunt
if you talk down on this, then what you want?
got a 30 clip, i might up it and let it dump
got a new girl, i’ma switch ’em every month
slimeball brand, i know you ain’t getting nothing
my shoes cost a band and i ain’t even run
and i ain’t in a band, but my choppa got the drum
i’m a young heartbreaker like sosa
sipping tech and i’m rolling up dosia
murakami on my bed, on my sofa
and my girls look like they from a poster
got a canine and i tote a f-cking cobra
talk down on me, them shooters gon’ get to know you
and my choppa g-y, got a d-ck but it’ll blow you
pouring up tech like i’ve got pneumonia
[verse]
got your b-tch in my phone, tell her pipe down
we know where she go when the lights out
got a d-ck in my pants, that’ll fight now
and i gotta bring the patek with the ice out
and i’m copping these clothes, she wanna wear some
and i pull out these racks and i embarr-ss ’em
and my jeans so tight i might tear something
hit your girl from the back and i’ma tear something
alex mcqueens
they match my tsubi jeans
sipping on tech, i’m a motherf-cking fiend
shooter with a glock, with a d-ck, with a beam
and i’m geeking so hard i can’t sleep
riding ’round with tecs in a matte black jeep
got bands on my neck, pack on me, it reek
i just hit saks fifth, number (n)ine got me fleek
lil’ leesta the goat
calling up my shooter and you know we on go
tryna catch up to me, you ain’t even close
and i felt real pain, that sh-t hurt my soul
i watch people i loved switch up so fast
i lost people that i ain’t ever gon’ get back
i done ran up a bag, i ain’t ever going back
got a price on my head, so i’ve gotta keep a strap
gotta keep a strap on me now
yeah, a big old glick, yeah, a .223
if you want smoke, come get up with me
and i’ve got bands like i’m on mayweather team
and i might take a trip to hawaii
now they mad, ’cause they wanna be just like me
these racks give me a b-n-r, yeah they excite me
and my strap got a b-n-r, boy i ain’t fighting, no
[chorus]
got bands when i pulled up out front
and i’m rolling big gas in a blunt
if you talk down on this, then what you want?
got a 30 clip, i might up it and let it dump
got a new girl, i’ma switch ’em every month
slimeball brand, i know you ain’t getting nothing
my shoes cost a band and i ain’t even run
and i ain’t in a band, but my choppa got the drum
i’m a young heartbreaker like sosa
sipping tech and i’m rolling up dosia
murakami on my bed, on my sofa
and my girls look like they from a poster
got a canine and i tote a f-cking cobra
talk down on me, them shooters gon’ get to know you
and my choppa g-y, got a d-ck but it’ll blow you
pouring up tech like i’ve got pneumonia
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