I’m Leaving lyrics

[Intro:]
Chase the money, chase the money
On my ma', I ain't ever—
I ain't ever even really did no Detroit beat
Ayy, on my ma', I'm finna' get off on this b*tch, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus:]
If I leave and don't come back, then give it to my son
Leave Cam the crib, and give P the guns
If I leave and don't come back, then give it to my daughter
Give my momma' half, and give my pops a quarter
If I leave and don't come back, then give it to my gang
Represеnt my name, don't do this sh*t for fame
If I leavе and don't come back, then—, ayy, ayy
If I leave and don't come—, ayy, ayy

[Verse:]
30 Deep the gang, when I was here, that's what I stood for
All these n*ggas actin' good, but they ain't hood though
Pull up on 'em, pop-pop, wish he would, ho
I'm on block right now, wit' that wood, uh
Dracos, Glocks with the switches, and them XDs
Where? I dare a n*gga try to test me
I got b*tches kissin' b*tches on the [?]
I got b*tches kissin' b*tches on the—, ayy
10-speed, that's what them tweakers ride
Pull up on 'em on the pegs and leave 'em deep fried
10-speed, that's what them tweakers ride
Pull up on 'em, pop-pop, out a Nissan
I done touched a dub in highschool and ma' ain't even know
Prayin' on her knees to the di*k, but she a evil ho
He ain't give a f*ck about me then, but want a feature, though
He ain't give a f*ck about me—, ayy, but want a—, ayy
Steppin' in these Js, don't give a f*ck about no Diors
Heard he cuffed that b*tch, she doin' di*k, she a freak whore
I done touched a fifty in a week, b*tch, I need more
Buck-50 cross his cheek, he a rat, we made him bleed more
Hit the scene, polo tees, wit' some fresh ass Mikes
I'm wit' sis' up in this b*tch, and she a fresh ass dyke
Give a f*ck about yo' gang, b*tch, we known to take flight
Uh, you can't fight
Uh, grab pipe
H-HEMI tires screechin' when we pull up on the avenue
I'ma make her choke off a that coke, she took a dab or two
I don't give a f*ck about yo' bro, he a faggot too
Splurgin' on that b*tch, you a trick, she got me tatted too
[Outro:]
Ahahaha
Ayy, let the beat ride, man
Finna' jump back in this b*tch, haha
Ayy (30), ayy (gang), ayy (gang), (gang, gang)
It ain't 'bout my son, about no paper, I don't give a f*ck
It ain't 'bout my momma' or my gang, then I don't give a f*ck
It ain't 'bout my daddy, 'bout no—, then I don't give a f*ck
Grimeyy D, we don't give a—, ayy