Before You Leave lyrics

[Intro]
Smokin' on this opp pack, I really wanna hotbox
I'm sippin' on that good drink, this is not pop
These hoes all on my D 'cause I got some guap
I'm sippin' on that good drink, this is not pop
These hoes all on my D 'cause I got some guap
(Before you leave, one more thing, I love you)
(Everyone is dead)
Gettin' paid, smokin' on the opps, can't be sto—
Gettin' paid, smokin' on the opps, can't be stopped
Countin' racks, makin' plays, yeah, I'm go—
C-Countin' racks, makin' plays, yeah, I'm goin' to the top
If you talk down on my name, I hit you with the Glock
I keep the ACPs by my side just in case I gotta kill a opp
Takin' drugs make my heart stop
Talkin' down to the opps, make yo' body drop
She ate it up rеal good, she ate my lollipop
Skinny jeans on, 2K in my crotch
Smokin' on this opp pack, I rеally wanna hotbox
I'm sippin' on that good drink, this is not pop
These hoes all on my D 'cause I got some guap
I kill you like [?], I aim for yo' top
([?] over 10% of the world population)
(Who the hell am I?)
(Everyone is dead)
[Verse]
Gettin' paid, smokin' on the opps, can't be stopped
Countin' racks, makin' plays, yeah, I'm goin' to the top
If you talk down on my name, I hit you with the Glock
I keep the ACPs by my side just in case I gotta kill a opp
Takin' drugs make my heart stop
Talkin' down to the opps, make yo' body drop
She ate it up real good, she ate my lollipop
Skinny jeans on, 2K in my crotch
Smokin' on this opp pack, I really wanna hotbox
I'm sippin' on that good drink, this is not pop
These hoes all on my D 'cause I got some guap
I kill you like [?], I aim for yo' top
Pull up in a whip, catch me in the drop top
Ride around, hit you with this Glock
Catch opp, hit him with the—
Drinkin' on this lean in my—
Drinkin' on this lean and it's good pop
Never stop makin' music, catch me on TikTok
This is real mylancore, this is not no hip-hop
All mylancore [?] hit the rock
2024 my year, I got this sh*t on lock
I'll make 60 more songs, I don't care if this flop
All yo' photos are edited, I can tell it's Photoshop (Everyone is dead)
Flexin' fake money on Instagram, I can tell it's Photoshop
Flexin' on that fake— I can tell it's Pro—
Talkin' all this stuff on Instagram until you diss me
These hoes on my [?], lickin' like lollipop
All those fake guns on yo' videos, I can tell they fake
Slide on yo' block with brodie, hit you in yo' face wit' this Drac'
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