​yvngxchris
Get Off The Leash
[Intro]
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥
(Blih) (Wee) (Uh) (Uh) (Yeah) (Aye) (Yeah) (Wait) (Yeah)
(Stop playing with me [?] They got the fire in here)
(Nah, they don't even know about the leash man)
(I'm not one of these little boys I will really kill one of yall n***as man)


[Verse 1: BabySantana]
Aye, Aye I had to get off the leash
I had to block her and then go delete
Me and louis used to sleep in the streets
Smoke gas, go to sleep, and repeat
Hit a raw, then I don't clean the sheets
Hit her, kick her out and thеn go to sleep
But I cross my money, didn't brush my teeth
I had to get off the lеash and then go
So many times I couldn't catch a bro
So many times I could have smoked his pack
So many times your girl was rubbin' my back
So many times I could've stunk your pack
Call up [?], told him, "Send me your pack"
I kept it real 'cause I can't fold on my slatt
You kinda fake, I heard you told me you rat

(BA**)(BA**)(BA**)
Verse 2: Yvngxchris
I count up the leash told that boy to get lost
I got yo b*t*h favorite song on tiktok
Im in your 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 your headtop
Pull out the AK-47, aim it at you, Thats a dead opp
And I get a lil' n***a, wondering like what is this sh*t on my hip
This a red dot
And I wouldn't go f**k on that b*t*h but I'm getting that throat cause that hoe give the best top
I'm finna slide on a n***a, 3 times with a K, think im in a clan
B*t*h I got a Glock 9, make him rewind, got a f**kboy p*ss in his pants
And you tryna f**k, damn you outta luck, had to tell that b*t*h
She ain't got a chance
Slide into your hood, n***a like whats good, what's up in this wood
N***a thats your mans
Whats up in this wood n***a thats yo brother, damn i got a cutter
You know my Glock got a d**k, your Glock got a d**k, no lil nas x
They ​f**king each other
And I'm not finna cap I'm not with the funs, lets put down the guns lets see who is tougher
And I'm not finna cap, your mom is a sl*t
Might pop out the cut and f**k on your mother
And I'm not finna cap, when i hit from the back, that sh*t was a act
I'm Yvngxchris Tucker
And I'm not finna cap, post up in the trap, b*t*h i got the strap but yxngchris tuck her
(What?) You get it? (Nah)
But my n***a that sh*t was simple (Okay)
I heard that lil' n***a got cla** in a second I might give him early dismissal (Okay)
And I really be loving my damn AK, but i might hit his a** with the pistol (Okay)
And I might go hit him with a tech, like a ref when he blowing his whistle
(Like okay b*t*h)
Lyrics By Cayden Asante