Django
15 Songs - Remix
[Hook: Formerly LEN]
Y'all ain't deserve 15 songs from me
Deep in my pockets, write me an apology bitch
Stacking up all of this knowledge, like I was in college
I said I'm a prodigy innit
Bitch I been tryna be modest, I'm done now
Fuck all this fake humble cause you insecure
Staying at home but my cart is online
Almost got some Prada but I'm shopping Dior

[Verse 1: Formerly LEN]
Fumbled the bag like I'm santa with turbulence
I'm guessing y'all never heard of us
I'm guessing you never went for the double
Get blocked like Mutumbo for fantasy points
Settlеd for less now your life full of stress
Now you need to unwind so you roll up a joint
Uh oh sеt off a nerve
Y'all be surprised by the way I observe
Y'all don't believe that I hop in some German engineering
Put it in sport and then swerve
Y'all don't believe that I get deposits everyday
My bank look like the Federal Reserve
I just invited your girl for another deposit
Cause loyalty nothing no more
She be all over my curls, and while we on the topic
She bust it down to the floor
I'm dope, but I never had to prove it
I pull the plug I'm still moving yeah
Woah, I'm in space with Stanley Kubrick
I'm down to Earth when I'm cruising yeah
I know, step to me for a bruising
I'll fuck you up like I'm a rhino ay
Y'all wanna buy all my vinyls
Lock it up like I'm Kawhi in the finals yuh
[Verse 2: DJANGO]
Hate on me without a reason
These n***as they cheating
They numbers, still weak
Rhymezone rhymes unimpressive
I stay in the present
My past life is fucked up
I fought like it's Tekken
I'm not one to mess with
Guessin’ yall never heard of us
Bad bitches retweetin’
Ash Kaash prolly heard of us
Feelin’ like I'm the fuckin Hulk
I’mma smash smash, then I’m swervin’ her
Shawty bad bad, like a murderer
Countin’ cabbage, streamin’ services
Big checks from Spotify
Tryna fuck, yeah she tryna pipe
I'm on Facetime, but she tryna Skype
Fuck her once, but she ain’t a wife, wife, wife, wife, wife
Been had this drip in my system
No cocaine, no codeine, no covid, she snifflin’
I still been the illest

[Hook: Formerly LEN]
Y'all ain't deserve 15 songs from me
Deep in my pockets, write me an apology bitch
Stacking up all of this knowledge, like I was in college
I said I'm a prodigy innit
Bitch I been tryna be modest, I'm done now
Fuck all this fake humble cause you insecure
Staying at home but my cart is online
Almost got some Prada but I'm shopping Dior
[Verse 3: Formerly LEN]
Uh, ain't been snapping like this in a minute
Dropped the album in June and they hated
And bitched and complained and they thought I was finished
And I know that I made it, I'm doing it right
If it means I get people who clown me
Trust me I'm being patient while you keep on
Running the circus my money surround me
Bitch you know that I come with an Army
Step to the field wearing Air Force Ones
And I know ain't a rapper can harm me
Wearing a tank so I show off my guns
I'm a class above y'all, my grade is military
Reload the clip when I'm using my lungs
And my verse got radiation, popping off
In the bubble, I feel like the Suns
Reat heat check, shooting a 3 while I aim at a 10
I bagged it, buzzer beater
When she say that my verse is a heater I hit it again
Draw on her face then I get back to work
And I draw on the sheet when I pick up the pen
Put some respect on my name
When I get back to Dallas I'm pulling up we been known exactly where to go
So you just lemme know when

[Outro: Formerly LEN]
Just lemme know when
LEN
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