LEECH lyrics

You got twiter fingers
I got real hands
Imma real man
You a fake b*tch
Get your face lift

Aye why you such a pus*y
C'mon run up catch a fade
What the f*ck you gonna do
pus*y say it too my face

Aye
Chubby boy bob what they call you what you bounce
Ain't no muscle on your body no not even an ounce
Aye
Taking sh*t on twitter imma DM you these hands
You a tubby motherf*cker lookin like a muffin man
You a broke ass b*tch you a no life piece of sh*t
You say you making moves you ain't even moving sh*t
You a leech motherf*cker blood sucker fake b*tch
Yeah I say what I want cause you ain't gonna do sh*t

Aye why you such a b*tch
C'mon run up catch a fade
What the f*ck you gonna do
pus*y say it too my face aye
Why you such a b*tch
C'mon run up catch a fade
What the f*ck you gonna do
pus*y say it too my face
pus*y motherf*cker you ain't really with the sh*ts
Run up on me and I swear i'll drop your fat ass like some bricks
Talking sh*t about my brand yet you ain't doin sh*t
You a lazy motherf*cker you no good piece of sh*t
You a fat motherf*cker you gonna get f*cking knocked
You a big f*cking talker lemme catch you on the block

Hammy