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BabySantana

Get Off The Leash

 

Get Off The Leash


[BabySantana:]
I don't think I understand
Mm-mm, yeah
Ayy, yeah, what, yeah
Stop playing with me and lil Luis, man, just got off the five M, hahaha
Stop with that shit, man
Nah, they ain't even knowing bout the leash man, gotta get off that
Backwoods on the case
Backwood smoke it to the face
I'm not one of these little boys, I will really kill one of y'all niggas, man

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 rubbing 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

[yvngxchris:]
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 looking like BabySantana, he kinda 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 wondering, 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 getting 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 fuckboy pissing his pants
If you tryna fuck, damn, you outta 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 fucking 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, ya 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 loving 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 blowing the whistle (Like okay, bitch)

done

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