[Chorus]
Leave a n***a where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
Fuck a bitch I don't need her I need extras
These n***as ain't homies, I ain't stupid I know better
I'm like R.I.P Kobe bitch, I'm shooting under pressure
This choppa fuck a n***a life up
Run a pop down in them 97s fuck my Nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
Bitch I ain't pop no Percy if its dirty it's in my cup

[Verse]
Givenchy's ran me 500, the Gucci's 6 n***a
And we ain't say a word, we breaking bone with these sticks n***a
Adam San- let it Click n***a
My dog on a adventure with that boy call 'em Rick n***a
I don't fuck with bitches they be sneaky, I don't trust a hoe
The bitch think she on fleek until she meet I'ma bust the hoe
A kidney for these sneakers bitch
Don't make me kick you out the door bitch
I got the hammer ain't no arcade I'ma wack some mo
You ain't never seen nobody die you only said it n***a
Speaking on that body you ain't drop, don't get no credit n***a
That pussy ain't the answer boy, these bitches just be testing n***as
She in the kitchen cooking, but I ain't 'finna eat no breakfast with her
[Chorus]
Leave a n***a where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
Fuck a bitch I don't need her I need extras
These n***as ain't homies, I ain't stupid I know better
I'm like R.I.P Kobe bitch, I'm shooting under pressure
This choppa fuck a n***a life up
Run a pop down in them 97s fuck my Nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
Bitch I ain't pop no Percy if its dirty it's in my cup

[Verse 2]
I be running off with n***as pack
You pocket watching n***as stacks
You really think I'm buying plays then check up on a n***a stats
I'm really tryna get the face, these bitches think I want some ass
I ain't Gucci, I don't think I love you bitch I want some cash

[Chorus]
Leave a n***a where we catch 'em
Dum-dum bullets that bleed 'em when we stretch 'em
Fuck a bitch I don't need her I need extras
These n***as ain't homies, I ain't stupid I know better
I'm like R.I.P Kobe bitch, I'm shooting under pressure
This choppa fuck a n***a life up
Run a pop down in them 97s fuck my Nikes up
He ain't going lurking, he cold turkey put that mic up
Bitch I ain't pop no Percy if its dirty it's in my cup