I had to get off the leash I had to block her and then go delete Me and Luis used to sleep in the street Smoke gas, go to sleep and repeat Hit her raw and then I don’t clean the sheets Hit her, kick her out and then go to sleep Wake up, count some money, then brush my teeth I had to get off the leash and then go So many times I could’ve killed yo’ bro So many times I could have smoked his pack So many times yo’ girl was rubbin’ my back So many times I could’ve stole yo’ pack Called up lil’ Maajins told him, “Send me a pack” I kept it real cause I can’t fold on my slatt You kept it fake, I heard you told and you rat, gang I got off the leash, told that boy to get lost I got yo’ bitch favorite song on TikTok I’m in yo’ house posted with a big Glock I got a shooter, he lookin’ like BabySantana, he kind of little with some dreadlocks Glock 19 with a beam at ya headtop Pull out the AK-47, aim it at you, that’s a dead opp And I got that lil’ nigga wonderin’, like, “What is this shit on my head?” It’s a red dot And I wouldn’t go fuck on that bitch but I’m gettin’ that throat ’cause that ho’ give the best top I’m finna slide on that nigga three times with the K, think I’m in the Klan Bitch, I got a Glock 9, make him rewind, got a fuck-boy pissin’ his pants If you tryna fuck, damn, you out of luck, had to tell that bitch she ain’t got a chance Slide into yo’ hood, nigga, like, “What’s good?” What’s up in this wood? Nigga, that’s yo’ mans What’s up in this wood? Nigga, that’s yo’ brother Damn, I got a cutter You know my Glock got a dick, yo’ Glock got a dick, no Lil Nas X, they fuckin’ each other And I’m not finna cap, I’m not with the funs, let’s put down the guns, let’s see who is tougher And I’m not finna cap, your mom is a slut, might pop out the cut and fuck on ya mother And I’m not finna cap, when I hit from the back, that shit was a act, I’m yvngxchris Tucker And I’m not finna cap, post up in the trap, bitch, I got the strap but yvngxchris tuck her (What?) You get it? (Nah) But my nigga, that shit was simple (Okay) I heard that lil’ nigga got class, in a second, I might give him early dismissal (Okay) And I really be lovin’ my damn AK but I might hit his ass with the pistol (Okay) And I might go hit him with the TEC like a ref when he blowin’ the whistle (Like okay) Bow, bow, bow I-I had to get off the leash (Fah) Money counter, that bitch beep, me and Tana ran twenty bands up in a week, yeah (Bow) Tana and Luis skrrt off in a Buick, so we don’t need Trackhawk Jeeps Big body money, got a mill like Meek I-I heard your money was weak Me and Tana up in New York gettin’ breesh Got a bad bitch, I think her name Elyce (Fah) Yeah, I got the keys, I’m feelin’ like Alicia This not a rental bitch, this not a lease I got the (Bow), bitch go freak Got a bad white girl like Miss Bo Peep I had to get a choppa, NLE I had to get off the—, uh What? I had to get off the leash I had to get off the leash I had to get off the leash I had to get off the leash I had to get off the leash (Uh)