Letras
Ayy, Leo, ayy (uh)
Get off that Don Julio
Act a foolio (bitch)
Bitch, I called your motherfucking phone, that's how you do me, ho? (Yeah, Yeah, Uh-huh)
Ayy, bitch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho (what?)
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio (boom, boom, boom)
Nigga, pulling cards, bitch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (bitch)
Bitches say they lookin' for me, what? Yeah, okay, let's go
Don Julio demon but this face look like an angel, nigga (bitch)
Bad bitches gettin' drunk as fuck in the club (yeah)
Grabbin' our ankles, nigga (let's go)
Thirty inches don't tangle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm taking ass pics with the angles
Huh, I'ma bad bitch like my momma (huh?)
Nigga, these good genes like Wrangler (let's go)
Hang the boobs out, so the dudes out
They like, "Let me see" (thot)
Who's house? I really run shit like I'm DMC (who's house?)
'Cause I got these niggas lined up like the DMV (slut)
Okay, my house so motherfuckin' big look like a BNB (yeah, yeah, let's go)
He come off the head and nothing else, can't stick no D in me (slut)
Huh, the head good, he went to college, ICDC (thot)
He wanna be the only nigga, bitch, it ain't no I in team, come on
Get off that Don Who Leo
Act a foolio (bitch)
Bitch, I called your motherfucking phone, that's how you do me, ho? (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ayy, bitch, don't let me find out you with a groupie ho (what?)
You gon' be with 2Pac when I come shoot up that studio (boom, boom, boom)
Nigga, pulling cards, bitch, this ain't no Yu-Gi-Oh! (Yeah)
I get straight to business and I'm strict, Judge Judy ho (yeah, Yeah, Uh-huh)
Wake up on a shitty vibe, damn, I'm a moody ho (bitch, the biggest)
Bitches say they lookin' for me, what? I say "Who, Leo?" (Huh?)
Get off that Don Julio
Act a foolio (yeah)
Bet that nigga can't even pay yo' bills (yeah), what you need him fo? (Why?)