Leg On Me

Uh, huh (yeah, huh)

Yeah (yeah, get ready)

Ayy, I got a leg on me (yeah), I got a peg on me (peg)

Not the little one, I got a whole capital L on me (brr, brr)

Fuck it, bro, they get the point (bitch)

Just beat this bitch down like I just up out the joint (get lit)

She said it ain't no niggas 'round, I told her, "That's the point" (yeah)

Big bank, you niggas' bank probably still say, "Oink" (pig)

You niggas cheap like pork

Told JR, "If somethin' go down, still don't stop recordin'"

.223s at twenty-two, bro, that a lot of .40s

If I hop out, then Chops hop, bro, you gon' get aborted (gone)

If I hit his top, memory gone, Glocky clearin' storage (you gone)

If I like her ass enough, I treat her so important

I hit her once, she comin' back, these bitches like a chorus

It's a flower set up on my neck, but this ain't from a florist

First song I made, they said, "Yeah, you need to do that more" (bitch)

Now look, chain heavy as a brick

I went all legit, I can have my way with any bitch (I'm done)

Crosses on my fit like the Chevy sign, but not a whip

Keep that shit a hunnid 'cause once you get to lyin', now you clipped

Just stay out my way 'cause if I let it bang, I ain't gon' miss

Then I got a case, cost like fifty thousand, now I'm pissed

3K on the shades, if I close my eyes, you ain't here

Boy, these bullets thick, let 'em try to slide, they gettin' grit (park)

Frr, yeah, we put that shit in park

That's the car with stolen parts, keep that in the dark

Man, I miss my thick shit, I wanna see it arch

Two Glocks and they both boxin', wanna see them spark

Hold on, bro, you see that car?

Oh, that's a old nigga, never mind, I'm tweakin'

Forgot I had the drank at TSA, so I just had to drink it

I'm on a Delta plane, first class, fried chicken (fried)

We torture niggas, go to Popeyes, feed 'em five biscuits (uh-huh)

My bougie bitch want a Chanely and a tri-Frenchie (Chanely)

It's still one nigga that I wanna catch, but it's cool, though

Just like them fake watches, bro, your time tickin' (we gon' get 'em)

Tss, yeah, we gon' catch 'em out (uh-huh)

We want that face Drac' edition, now I mail a pound

Might be teddy bear or somethin' chillin' in a box (why?)

We do that shit just to make sure the package hit the ground

Tss, ayy, huh (whoa)

I'm with a bitch, I need my money and my stick and need somethin' to smoke (uh-huh)

The reason I need my pape', 'cause don't think I'm broke

And the reason I need my stick, 'cause I don't trust this ho

Huh, real ice, can make a oven cold

Tried to tell her, "I ain't see your call, that was on my other phone"

I got locked up for a pipe and then another pole (facts)

And then another pole (brr), I ain't goin' no more (no)

I'ma take off on they ass until the pedal broke

All my cars is fast, they gon' have to call the heli on me

We robbed him for the 9 with the heli on it (the fuck?)

The Drac' got a fifty, it's a belly on it, nigga (what the fuck?)

Pew, bitch

We robbed him for the 9 with the heli on it

Tuh, tuh, bitch

The Drac' got a fifty, it's a belly on it