Leland lyrics

by

CEO Trayle


[Intro]
(Triage)
Ayy
n*gga, it's a switchy on this glitchy, better think fast
Ayy, before you try to run

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's a switchy on this glizzy, better think fast, ayy, ayy
Before you try to run
I tried to slime C4 out, ain't know he had a gun
Turn this sh*t into a blowout, you know C4 'nem won
I ain't nothin' like you n*ggas, know I'm one of none
I done made so much a money at the Chevron
I'ma slam on a n*gga like C4 LeBron
Gettin' freaky with two b*tches outta Lebanon

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, where is all that sauce that you said that you had? I ain't seen none
Two four nicks at night, I got Kel, I got Kenan
Tried to get some bales, smelt the smell, tried to rеfund
I finessed that boy again, this the rеrun
Smokin' Metro, but nah, I'm not with Leland
When them shots get to goin' off, I won't even run
Ayy, different states, where my Glock? I'm gon' need one
Ayy, tryna get some get-back for some bodies, I'm a demon
[Verse 2]
You know what that sh*t cost to get 'em knocked off
Don't try to call the boss, you can talk to CashOut
Ayy, them bodies get to droppin', n*ggas looking mad now
Up Drac' on him and his b*tch, she put her back down
How the f*ck did C4 grow to be rich? I was the class clown
Yeah, I shot out the stick, but them wasn't my last rounds
Yeah, I moved the bricks, but I ain't doing that bad now
Thought I was broke, I tell 'em look inside that bag now
You looking at me like you wanna catch one
You f*ck around with Big C4, might be my next one
Folks made him come up out that Cuban, need the next one
Whenever we outside, we make a movie, it's the best one
Ayy, ayy, tell the b*tch pick up my pills or can't chill
Ayy, tell the b*tch pick up my Wock' or don't knock
A long way from stealing out cars, a door lock
Used to kicking doors with my feet, I don't knock
Do you really want the Big Boss in black 1s?
We was shooting big fullys, no cap guns
Ayy, n*gga, you ain't having fun with no funds
Ayy, you can get the dog, but I don't want no buns
Got me f*cked up, thought I would eat that pus*y cat
Ayy, you can look another way, would you look at that?
I done sold three hundred P's off of Old Nat
Ayy, n*gga walk all over you, you like a doormat
n*gga wasn't bustin' off a nothing, can't afford flat
Talkin' crazy off IG, but I ignored that
Gotta wait at least six months to kill 'em after the conflict
I'ma drop the bag to the hitters, I'm on some don sh*t
It be sad how they label me a convict, ayy
I'm just tryna lay with me a bomb b*tch
Ayy, who you know just like C4 except Saddam, b*tch?
Muslims chop his neck, that Shalom sh*t
You can put the b*tch in front of 4, you know I'm gon' hit
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, where is all that sauce that you said that you had? I ain't seen none
Two four nicks at night, I got Kel, I got Kenan
Tried to get some bales, smelt the smell, tried to refund
I finessed that boy again, this the rerun
Smokin' Metro, but nah, I'm not with Leland
When them shots get to goin' off, I won't even run
Ayy, different states, where my Glock? I'm gon' need one
Ayy, tryna get some get-back for some bodies, I'm a demon
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