I’ll Leave Your Kids Hurt (Outro)

Hook (x2):



They say they watchin', but I do not go to sleep

I'm drinkin' Henny, wait for it to come and creep

I see you staring, can you bring me Dutches please?

She real innocent, but she just a freak in the sheets



Verse:



I came up thinking, wishing I would go to sleep

Drinkin' prometh, I'm tossing out the magazine

I'm an alien, she wet just like aquariums

I'm always smoking collard greens, don't stress bout vegetarians

As fate walks, n***as thinkin' they could play

Your boys keep squeakin' like some Reebox on a rainy day

Why do you say? Playin' games just like charades

I'm the illest motherfucka, this the world that I created

I double cup my styrofoam, fill up the top

I got a new attitude about the bud I cop

I got the juice leakin', tell me where the fuck the mop?

I got your girl, she puffin' powder, call her Buttercup

High as a bird, you n***as goofy like Bob's Burgs

And if you talkin' shit, repeat it, I must've misheard

Hey mister, no do not ask me, I do not miss her

Her sister, blowin' up my line after I kissed her

I dissed her, bitch you just stallin and I'm Sylvester

I run up, bustin' my gun, now that bitch's chest hurt

Like a kick to the crotch man, I'll leave your kids hurt

Your wrist hurt, I'm smokin' that weed like that blood orange

You coppin' dubs while I push trees, exploring in a forest

You n***as know I pop machines, no Florence

I'm touring in Europe, marinate in that syrup

These other rappers wearin' Walmart, I'm reppin' that foreign

You boring, I'm in the house but my name ain't Cory

You n***as must be lost, I'll call you Dory



Hook (x2):



They say they watchin', but I do not go to sleep

I'm drinkin' Henny, wait for it to come and creep

I see you staring, can you bring me Dutches please?

She real innocent, but she just a freak in the sheets



Verse 2:



Friday night lights, flex with white Nikes

High a kite, you childish, play with Little Tykes

I told you n***as flexin' with the llama

I ain't with the drama, I'm slaughtering, Jeffery Dahmer

My money green, but my weed gettin' greener

Greener than a garden, the garden I saw from Mia

Believe her, it's purer than gardens comin' from Eden

Yeah I peeped it, I made sure she been served like a subpoena

Subtweet her, no I do not beef through social media

I'll slap a bitch right in her mouth, convert her Presbyterian

I bet you never met a n***a that's this ill

I been spittin' facts since n***as started rappin' Real

I roll blunts mad early on the windowpane

And I'm bangin' red like colors on Nintendo's name

Talkin' shit, well how it taste?

I'll feed you lies and serve it on a dinner plate