Get Left lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, lemme hear dat hoe Jeff

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Speedy these b*tches get left
Ain't got to tell them get right
You can get hit like a chef
Cookin this sh*t like a chef
Cookin this sh*t with the Tec
Bullets came right so hollow
Drop to her knees, she swallow
Tell me what you don’t know
I be dressed in all black like a crow
This Ricky on me when it’s cold
And this Dior on me but it’s old
I need Vintage Chanel for the season
And these n*ggas saw me, they seizin
I brought out $30k for no reason, no reason, no reason
I do this sh*t for the culture
And these n*ggas be biting they vultures
f*ck it I switched up the swag
Yeah I spent $20k on that tag
And I spent $40k on that bag
But they get extra racks for that vision
And these n*ggas hate for attention