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wait - leo x suicide johnny lyrics

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[leo’s verse]
you wanna know me
my name is leo i’m 16 i’m k!llin these flows while i’m reppin my hood uh
straight outta s.w.t i be rollin with gangsters but you know my moves clean
your b*tch a ten but you know it’s my turn little n*gga you know i’m a big boss
shawty a freak she gon gobble and gobble she told my make her turn up
she f*ck with me cos i’m getting the racks ain’t no rest when you getting the big bag
watch how talk on my name cos you might lose your life little n*gga no cappin
i’ll buy you nike to right all my wrongs bae i’m grateful you faithful no cappin
too many b*tches i feeel like hugh herfner she doin that dance on my d*ck ouuu
johnny been with me you know he about it n0body can break what we got now
they heard i’m 16 they start all the hissing no kidding these n*ggas be b*tches
chasing the riches not b*tches my n*gga you know i be winning the race too
asking for features you know imma body the beat like i bodied your b*tch uhh
she on her knees and she begging for more like the way you be wanting my song’s mxm..

[suicide johnny’s verse]
yeah this n*ggas they broke the guy code cause the n*gga on top they can’t handle got their feelings itchy
do what i want that p*ssy i’ma k!ll it
like leo boy get em some lean the sip it
yeah couple of n*ggas they hundred they wanna be johnny that shiid is offensive they see me
pushing now all of a sudden we even
on closets i pack up that stash and i jet
like why you so dumb for real
that sativa got me numb for real
these b*tches allergic to nuts yet they thirsty
i let that sh*t drown for real
you want my spot
you cannot handle the heat got two pots for real
i want the cake
stand on the mountain to smoke the gas high for real
d*mn i’m feeling like pablo
but not with the drug yeah the money i stash and these b*tches i wreck
straight out the south making moves i’m the best i’m not trapping these n*ggas be capping on raps
two months ago we where strangers no cap yeah these n*ggas they fake they deserve a voetsek
ohh yeah me and my n*ggas gon last
i hold on that promise before and so what
ouu yah
k!lling these n*ggas they dead
you p*ssy ass n*ggas y’all fake
they wanted me to confess
i ain’t no snitch i’m no b*tch that n*gga a trash
not in they good books okay
yeah fuh 3rd floor those n*ggas already dead
i hope y’all feelings okay
no sp*ce in the game you too late
i f*ck with forces okay
huh b*tch you already geeking
you know that i’m with the sleepie
don’t pop a pill i feel like winning
cause popping a pill make you trippy
tell uncle leo to open the gatee
i f*ck with the gang we then made it
moving too fast
they can’t handle this wavey
[leo’s verse]
you wanna know me
my name is leo i’m 16 i’m k!llin these flows while i’m reppin my hood uh
straight outta s.w.t i be rollin with gangsters but you know my moves clean
your b*tch a ten but you know it’s my turn little n*gga you know i’m a big boss
shawty a freak she gon gobble and gobble she told my make her turn up
she f*ck with me cos i’m getting the racks ain’t no rest when you getting the big bag
watch how talk on my name cos you might lose your life little n*gga no cappin
i’ll buy you nike to right all my wrongs bae i’m grateful you faithful no cappin
too many b*tches i feeel like hugh herfner she doin that dance on my d*ck ouuu
johnny been with me you know he about it n0body can break what we got now
they heard i’m 16 they start all the hissing no kidding these n*ggas be b*tches
chasing the riches not b*tches my n*gga you know i be winning the race too
asking for features you know imma body the beat like i bodied your b*tch uhh
she on her knees and she begging for more like the way you be wanting my song’s mxm..

[suicide johnny’s verse]
yeah this n*ggas they broke the guy code cause the n*gga on top they can’t handle got their feelings itchy
do what i want that p*ssy i’ma k!ll it
like leo boy get em some lean the sip it
yeah couple of n*ggas they hundred they wanna be johnny that shiid is offensive they see me
pushing now all of a sudden we even
on closets i pack up that stash and i jet
like why you so dumb for real
that sativa got me numb for real
these b*tches allergic to nuts yet they thirsty
i let that sh*t drown for real
you want my spot
you cannot handle the heat got two pots for real
i want the cake
stand on the mountain to smoke the gas high for real
d*mn i’m feeling like pablo
but not with the drug yeah the money i stash and these b*tches i wreck
straight out the south making moves i’m the best i’m not trapping these n*ggas be capping on raps
two months ago we where strangers no cap yeah these n*ggas they fake they deserve a voetsek
ohh yeah me and my n*ggas gon last
i hold on that promise before and so what
ouu yah
k!lling these n*ggas they dead
you p*ssy ass n*ggas y’all fake
they wanted me to confess
i ain’t no snitch i’m no b*tch that n*gga a trash
not in they good books okay
yeah fuh 3rd floor those n*ggas already dead
i hope y’all feelings okay
no sp*ce in the game you too late
i f*ck with forces okay
huh b*tch you already geeking
you know that i’m with the sleepie
don’t pop a pill i feel like winning
cause popping a pill make you trippy
tell uncle leo to open the gatee
i f*ck with the gang we then made it
moving too fast
they can’t handle this wavey

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