Leak

[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Grr (Ha)
Grr (Ha)
Grr (Ha)
Chyeah

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
Cool before I start, can you please turn this up
Bad b’s climbin’ sheets, that’s how I’m waking up
Light the p, cop the steeze, then I’m takin’ off
Lifestyle high speed, I can’t make this up
New Ferrari high speed, I can’t make this up
AP, twenty five keys, I can’t make this up
Still swaggin’ like I’m white tee, I can’t make this up
Bought a jet no ID, I can’t make this up
It’s been a long time and I’m still going berserk
Fresh up out the village and I’m fresh up out the cut
Put me with these rappers and I put them in the hearse
Mister Undеrtaker, I’m on the stage with thе urn
Tryna’ disrespect me when you must be smoking’ sherm
It’s Scotty in my pocket, make a n***a do the worm
Said you fear nobody, I’ma make you fear one
Said you hear nobody, I’ma make you hear du-du-du-du
Pull up at your door and now somebody dead, du-du-du-du
I just sent a hit while I got my hair done (Grr)
I just flew out South Korea, like Sun (Woo)
Anyway I keep my Mac, can’t make this up
[Verse 2: YT]
Foot up on their necks
I might break another record, I might break up in a text
All these baddies say I’m fine, all these guys say I’m up next, chyuh
Swag was sent from God, it’s my holy spirit flex, damn
Come and get your girl, ‘cause she’s sayin’ that you’re her ex
Brother come and get your girl, she’s tryna’ get behind the decks
I been countin’ up my blessings, I been countin’ up my checks
Catch me Hammersmith & City, I’ve got [?] Jones and West
Oxford n***a and I’m rapping off them, while they tryna’ test
District said that she didn’t want me, with her friend and now she pressed, huh
All these bands up in the crib, it’s like a nest, huh
Foot up in the hoods and I go Polo on my crest

[Verse 3: Len]
Ayy, I got the FBI on me, I copped a 911
With bad gyal’ my type, she slim, and she 5 foot 7
When I die, I hope they let me build a line in heaven, huh
Tried to tell them that I’m flyer than a high flight
I told her lean with me, rock with me, drop it for me
Twist mine, pop it for me
I heard you were a problem, shorty
That shit ain’t a problem for me
N***as been praying on Lenny’s downfall, let’s see my face on a shirt
God forbid I turn into— hold on
God forbid I turn into merch
It cost two baguettes for a verse
These ADER jeans I’m certain
In the desert, I’m still surfin’