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Leifkid:

All these thieves couldn’t be my friends
Not my mans cause they fuck up the ends
Snakes in the grass, won’t trust them again
Keep the tint all black when it’s time for the bend
Mans run track at the sound of the blem
Click, clack, pow! I reload it again
No reverse, double bacc in the Benz
Me and Sin from mud, but we dodgin’ the pen

Okay, slide
Bought a lil 8th, so I’m down for the ride
Know I love da slab, 34’s on da height
Know a bitch swang left, so I swerve to the right
Ooh, glidе
Oh so clean, when I hop out da side
Whеn I hop out da whip, i’ma spark up the lye
Now I’m back in the ship, blast off to da sky
Ask Astral P, I done seen a nigga fly
Back in this bitch, and I’m lighter than a feather
A nigga levitatin’, I don’t need no lever
Just a switch on the k, case the ops get clever
Gon’ head and hit J
Tell ‘em bring the suppressor
Ooh. Get ‘em
Metal bender
Mans, too kettle
Nah, I don’t settle
Hell naw, never
They don’t want no steam
No smoke
No pressure
I ain’t really vegan, but I love me da lettuce
She say I need greens, and I get more cheddar
Carry the weight
But I’m stuck with the ugh
Heavy, ugh
Heavy, ugh
YF SIN:

Yeah!
Stay in some Bape, with a couple of bands
All of this money I don’t understand
Your bestie keep on asking for my gram and
She dived in my DMs and floated and swam
It’s like if it was a part of the plan
She put it on me, I say that’s my jam
Wham!
Fresh, like it’s out of the can
Garments, they come from Japan
Don’t get a tan
I’m talkin’ heat like the sun
Cartridges come with the gun
It’s like we do this for fun
I still miss all my dead homies
And so I ain’t missing, I’m lifting the drum

Wildin’ out widdit
I’m spinnin’ this block till it’s spun
Stuck like it’s tangled in gum
Shots like Red Bull in the rum
Are you dumb?
Stupid, I just want the ones
Flexin’, I’m lifting the game up
While lifting your chain up
And boy this shit feel like a ton
All them niggas is bunz
You let them lie to you niggas?
Inspire you niggas!
That’s when I spin back around with the fire
Supplyin’ you niggas
This ain’t no loud gas, it’s quiet for niggas
I’m talkin’ churches and hearses
And choirs for niggas
Bussin’ it!
Underhand with the hammer
Overhand, like I’m Hagler
Baggin’ hoes like I’m Santa
Let the K’s go bananas
You ain’t really got the answers
Twistin’ yo mans up like zaza
The sneakers is Prada
Denim by Dolcé Gabana
I do a feature for product
Treatin’ the beef like a foreign
I just push the button to start up
Niggas get wet up
Runnin’ it like Jerome Bettis
You think you better?
Then bet us
If I get caught in the terror
Bury me throwing the set up

Leifkid:
You fuckin’ bum
This shit feel like- a ton
When you gotta say who won
Call it a dub
We gon’ just call it a win
And take yo money again, when it’s done

Yeah
Movin’ thru trap like a muthafuccin hot boy
Trap money, servin up the muthafuccin blocc boy
Only 93 in the tank, fuck a Altoid’s case
Load up the K, and eradicate the snakes
Collect the check, I evaporate the place
I don’t really give a damn, dump the opps in the lake
They ain’t really checkin’ for you when pockets on brake/break
They gon’ really check up on you when you late for ya wake

Yeah
Swang in dis bitch, drippin’ candy paint
Hop out the whip, it’s lookin skrange
Gettin real scary like Annie Mae
Ghost in the shell, fuck my enemies
Fuck my enemies
Fuck my enemies

Ghost in the shell, fuck my enemies