Leave’m
Chorus
Schemin I don’t got nothin to say I b runnin wit demons
Leave’m hit him wit one in the head now his brain on the cement
Ain’t no scorin on us we play defense beef then it’s beef ain’t no makin agreements
I was gonna run down they said leave’m that nigga the type that’s gone run in the precinct
Verse
Niggaz b Instagram beefin if shit real enough Ima pull to ya event
Bro sent the word it was locked and u still did nothin niggaz kno that u pretend
Ain’t tryna wait til the weekend
It start by the day we gone spin in the evening
Kno ya type u gone run in the precinct
They Shootin shoot bac cuz that’s wat we call defense
I run get that chec split it up wit the set drop a bag on the bro he gone do u a mess
U out here just tryna keep bitches impressed
Long as we go get that money we set
I raised by them niggaz that die for respect if the money ain’t down don’t acknowledge the bet
I was out workin while u niggaz slept beat ya bitch from the bac like she gettin a whelp
Chorus
Schemin I don’t got nothin to say I b runnin wit demons
Leave’m hit him wit one in the head now his brain on the cement
Ain’t no scorin on us we play defense beef then it’s beef ain’t no makin agreements
I was gonna run down they said leave’m that nigga the type that’s gone run in the precinct
Verse
Hurd he said he want smoke ima leave’m
Wasn’t just none of that wen I seen him
It’s a eye for a eye then we even
Make a angel out all of ya demons
Talkin caskets church’s and deacons
U in love wit the bitch but she treeshin
In the spot got her swallow semen in the spot got her swallow semen
Shorty a thotty I got her lit in the party she wanna kno everybody
Twerkin her body violate the gang u a body ima b right in ya lobby huntin u down
U get to runnin like Ricky til u run in to a shotty
Dumpin them rounds
That’s a whole lotta leakin screamin n squeezin they just left u down
Told me stay dangerous lost too many bros so it’s really no changin
Niggaz will stain u up don’t come round here playin cuz shit ain’t a game to us
She labeled u lame as fuc all that designer u wearin is fake as fuc
Smilin face but the hate is tucked so them niggaz kno that they can’t get no cake wit us (pussy)
Chorus
Schemin I don’t nothin to say I b runnin wit demons
Leave’m hit him wit one in the head now his brain on the cement
Ain’t no scorin on us we play defense beef then it’s beef ain’t no makin agreements
I gonna run down they said leave’m that nigga the type that’s gone run in the precinct