Make n*ggas Leave lyrics

[Intro]
Back to back i8's me & Neezy f*ck the city up
Tae off a perc in a Porsche racin hemi's huh
My fault Nugget & Jeezy keep pullin all these Benzs up
Super stupid wildin no license in a Bentley truck
Hopping outta big sh*t, we ain't pullin civics up
Ballin on you n*ggas I ain't gotta pick my pivot up
I got b*tches pouring out they heart and I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 1]
Lil n*gga I don't want yo b*tch she ain't lit enough
I don't fight in church but I keep f*ckin these Christians up
Hunnit dollar dice game these loubs keep bending up
All my n*ggas ball on this team ain't no bench wit us
b*tch it's blue bucks we the clan ain't no lynch with us
We get blue bucks ain't no ones we got strips with us
n*ggas beatin on they b*tch askin how they get wit us

[Verse 2]
Top down drivin fast I got goosebumps
You gotta know the real meaning b*tch it's blue bucks
n*ggas hatin on the clan I give two f*cks
Hoes in line waitin on they turn like the food truck
Really from LA I ain't no Hollywood n*gga
Really from the east but I got Inglewood b*tches
Put that thang in sport it ain't no motherf*ckin switches
I can show you how to turn a rag into some riches
My n*ggas really wildin do whatever for that chicken
Teach yo ass the word lil n*ggas better listen
Poed off a 4 I might swerve but I ain't slippin
These b*tches really tragic do whatever for attention
I'm speeding thru these red lights but I can't get a ticket
n*ggas changing on they day 1's this sh*t wicked
Fresh bald fade waves spinning like a fidget
Sitting real low in this coupe like a midget
Ghetto b*tch weave to her ass 30 inches
[Verse 3]
I was down almost felt myself givin up
Now my b*tch bad light brown look like India (Westbrook)
I said f*ck school all them F's they was givin em
Now all these F's on my shoes b*tch I'm killin em (Fendi'd down)
F's on my back all these bad b*tches feelin em
Lame ass n*ggas tryna link y'all don't fit wit us
I keep flashing on you lil n*ggas like I'm flickin up
n*ggas wanna be like us naw we ain't clickin up
Back to back in foreigns sport plus b*tch it's shiftin up
If I'm throwin money then it's bad b*tches pickin up
Said she love a n*gga how I drip she wanna lick it up

[Verse 4]
No heart I'm in savage mode like I'm 21
In the field doin graveyards you can't hit wit us
Shoutout super stupid n*ggas got me in a Bentley truck
Stand on tables in the club n*gga you can't sit wit us
Tae pull up in a 2 seater you can't fit wit us
We brought all hunnits in the b*tch we got a grip wit us
Start throwin 5's in the b*tch yea I'm trippin huh
b*tch said she don't need a weave but I'm still gone get her one
Make it rain in the club we make n*ggas leave
Hop in the whip push to start where I put the keys?
Walkin all in moncler wit givenchy tee's
Wrist froze in this b*tch all these VV's
[Outro]
All these foreigns back to back valet where my keys?
Throwin 5's in the club we make n*ggas leave
Ghetto b*tch long hair 30 inch weave
Bustdown 41 yea that b*tch pee'd
All these foreigns back to back valet where my keys?
Press a sport button yea watch that b*tch speed
Throwin 5's in the club we make n*ggas leave
Gold roley bustdown yea that b*tch pee'd
Throwin 5's in this b*tch we make n*ggas leave
Sport plus in this b*tch yea I do speed