Leopard Fur lyrics

[Intro: Philip Solo]
Yeah, yeah, ay, ay

[Verse 1: Philip Solo]
I like to not fit in
I like to be obscene
My past is full of pain
There was no sweet sixteen
I like to be alone
I like to not like you
If she won't kill for me
Then that is not my boo
I like to stack my cash
I want the newest ride
I'm f*ckin' killin' swag
Call that a suicide
I like a minutes fame
I what you call a whore
I went to Hot Topic
And f*ckin' bought the store

[Pre-Chorus: Philip Solo]
You think you so right
I do you so wrong
Machetes, guns, knives
So on and so on
I f*cking hate you
I f*cking miss you
I f*cking hate you, ay
f*cking miss, ay
[Chorus: Philip Solo]
Daddy never wanna call her back
Now she wanna fight
She said she gon' leave me with my thoughts
That's my kinda life
I showed up a little late and drunk
In some leopard fur
Yeah, I heard she call me immature
b*tch, I'm immature
Daddy never wanna call her back
Now she wanna fight
She said she gon' leave me with my thoughts
That's my kinda life
I showed up a little late and drunk
In some leopard fur
Yeah, I heard she call me immature
b*tch, I'm immature

[Verse 2: Se7en]
I like to get f*cked up (Get f*cked)
I like to cause a scene (A scene)
Got thoughts of suicide
Blood drippin' on my jeans (Yeah)
These girls they think I'm cute
Sparkling like Pikachu (Pika-pika!)
And they act like "Bling, blang, ouh!"
Need me, but I don't need you
[Verse 3: Mikl]
Call me immature but you want this di*k (di*k)
Hating on these jeans might get you split (Split)
BC13, yeah we run this sh*t
2019, back in this b*tch
Lady with the titties in a fur coat (Fur coat)
[?] sippin' on the low (On the low)
Pedal to the metal on the furlough (Skrrrt)
Walk up in this b*tch like "Where's the dro?"

[Verse 4: Se7en]
I like to do this drugs (Uh)
I like to hang with thugs (Yeah)
My teams illegal as f*ck (What?)
I keep a gun in my glove
My pockets filled with cash (Cash)
This b*tch, tried to steal my stash (Stash)
Burn up until this [?]
And my mind goes into red zone...

[Pre-Chorus: Philip Solo]
You think you so right
I do you so wrong
Machetes, guns, knives
So on and so on
I f*cking hate you
I f*cking miss you
I f*cking hate you, ay
f*cking miss, ay
[Chorus: Philip Solo]
Daddy never wanna call her back
Now she wanna fight
She said she gon' leave me with my thoughts
That's my kinda life
I showed up a little late and drunk
In some leopard fur
Yeah, I heard she call me immature
b*tch, I'm immature