​leak (feat. TAN.) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Destroy Lonely]
I just got back and its cold outside
And i move like a ghost, n*gga, poltergeist
And who is them n*ggas? Don't know them guys
(Clayco on the beat)
(?) potato (?) I'm not talking fries, n*gga
See, I'm with your b*tch, you a side n*gga
Ain't no way she treating me like a side n*gga
And I'm getting so high, I really think I'm flying
And this b*tch now I'm fly, something like a pilot
Can't cap if I'm geeked, I can't drive
When I'm off this (?) I'm having molly mileage
When we on the block, its hot like just some (?)
And i might touch a mil, and spend it all on watches

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel like I'm running out of time
And I need to slow down when I'm running out of town
Yeah, I do this sh*t, real rockstar
When I come through b*tch, yeah, I'm dripping real designer
Yeah, and I did this sh*t, perfect timing
And this Glock with a laser, go boom, supersonic
I'm still playing n*gga, and I'm never wasting time
I might play a b*tch, make her forget she was a dime
Yeah, and they would've planned whole time
And them n*ggas planning, they dont make a single dime
[Verse 3: TAN.]
I was tryna get me a lil' vibe
On my left arm tatted, Forever Alive
I'm drinking the deuce, and don't drink the wine
Smoking on nothin', but pot
Bust down a rollie, I think I had just for (?)
When I drop on b*tch, the only time i drop a dime
Tony Romo with the 9, and its on me when we ride
Skateboard, kickflip, didn't like the (?)
Catch him down bad at the (?)
Thick b*tch, came in with some big tits, big lips
Benihana one time, (?)
Hit a block one time, gotta make the profit
Top boy, I get (?)
Just how I'm the (?)
Jump in the crowd for (?) in the moshpit
I be on boss sh*t
Better find your mile, if you think you lost it
Catching a bank, and (?) like (?) did
I can't show you where the sauce is
AK-47 bigger (?)
This is my (?) sh*t, hop in
Flyest n*gga, should've been in a coffin
(?) if I can't get the Glock in
If i call a twin, you know that we locked in
(?) got them boxed in
(?) we will box him
(?)
I got a thick b*tch, but she nothing
Everyday I get the guap in
Feel like the man when I walked in
[Verse 1: Destroy Lonely]
I just got back and its cold outside
And i move like a ghost, n*gga, poltergeist
And who is them n*ggas, don't know them guys
(?) potato (?) I'm not talking fries, n*gga
See, I'm with your b*tch, you a side n*gga
Ain't no way she treating me like a side n*gga
And I'm getting so high, I really think I'm flying
And this b*tch now I'm fly, something like a pilot
Can't cap if I'm geeked, I can't drive
When I'm off this (?) I'm having molly mileage
When we on the block, its hot like just some (?)
And i might touch a mil, and spend it all on watches

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel like I'm running out of time
And I need to slow down when I'm running out of town
Yeah, I do this sh*t, real rockstar
When I come through b*tch, yeah, I'm dripping real designer
Yeah, and I did this sh*t, perfect timing
And this Glock with a laser, go boom, supersonic
I'm still playing n*gga, and I'm never wasting time
I might play a b*tch, make her forget she was a dime
Yeah, and they would've planned whole time
And them n*ggas planning, they dont make a single dime
[Outro]
Yeah, they dont make a single dime, n*gga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm in this b*tch with TAN, n*gga