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get intune pt. 2 - lil rango & leekflexin lyrics

leave his ass leaky, b*tch
(jonathan??)

[verse 1]
i cannot f*ck up the plan
i cannot f*ck up the bands again, oh man
n*gga try to run up on me
i swear to god that be his last day, know i ain’t playing
don’t go in my phone
every time i go in my phone one of these n*ggas be saying
they ain’t on sh*t
n*gga, i get it just get off my d*ck, you my biggest fan
i’m off the shrooms, i don’t give a f*ck n*gga
you know i’m spinning again
aye, leave out the trap
f*ck is you going? i’m tryna stack this money straight to the moon
n*gga play me and lil b.o.l.o
we blowing, we making it back to the crib real soon
i promise you none of these glocks we showing
surprise! you see me * i’m blowin’, be smooth
aye gеt intune
said it before and i’ll say it right now, finna blow likе a fuse
[breakdown]
aye, what’s all that talking?
you know i don’t wanna hear it
i wanna pick out his coffin
i want put a hole in his head like a dolphin
that’s what you get when you running yo’ mouth, n*gga
i really gotta stop talking ’bout n*ggas and b*tches that’s hurting my health
like, i really got me some money
i got me some wealth, that sh*t for myself

[verse 2]
boy, i put a xan on my d*ck
i told that b*tch taking narcotics be top of the shelf
i’m swervin’ through, i’m swerving’ through traffic
on god wockesha is treating me well
i’m in new york
don’t fumble the bag, take flights and put some money up for bail
stay with the gang as well, make sure none of the n*ggas around you gone tell
boy, check me out
boy, i used to be trapping for cheap, i done ran me a bag off a sale
and i was 14, n*gga back then wasn’t zelle
dirty money, make it clean, oh well
me and herbie serving fiends, oh well
in the trap, boy we was 16, oh well
16 * we got a glock wit’ a beam from h*ll like n*gga what’s up with yo’ dog?
[verse 3]
what’s up with yo’ shorty?
i’m hitting her raw like, n*gga you know what i’m on
after i f*ck her, the uber is waiting outside
i told that b*tch hold on
we posted all up in that sky box, we in downtown
sipping remy, patron * with the gang ‘nem
n*ggas know what we on, hi*tech pour up a four in that foam
speak on lil b.o.l.o. i aim for yo’ dome
matter fact lil n*gga i’ll shoot up your home

[refrain]
leave out the trap, the f*ck is you going?
lil n*gga, i’m tryna get money, i’m knowing
they know i been had been in my bag
they know i’m doing this sh*t on my own
i’ll still pop out, late night, all black, no phone, i got the chrome
gang

[outro]
leave his ass leaky, b*tch
leave his ass leaky, b*tch
know what the f*ck going on
rango, leeky!
get the f*ck in tune, b*tch
n*ggas steady f*ckin’ playing wit’ all us
like we ain’t on that sh*t for real, boy
we counting paper in the f*cking stu’ my n*gga
i got like…
i don’t even know, i got all blues on me my n*gga
what the f*ck is up boy
got tb in this b*tch
hi as h*ll, i’m tweakin’

- lil rango leekflexin lyrics

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