Leeke

R-r-rah, rrrah, rrrah
Baow, baow, baow, baow (Ayy)
R-r-rah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah (6)
(Aiki, boot me up jit)

Ridin' through the city with my FN (6)
Put this on lil' Kendre, boy
That bitch that's my best friend (No cap)
Rolling all week, boy
I'm on that Molly Santana (Molly)
I don't wanna network if it
Ain't about no free bands (No cap)
Dropping bullets on the Bible while
I'm loadin' up my rifle
Uhh, He dissing on the 6
I think jit suicidal (Ha)
We moving like the mafia, El Chapo
That's my idol (No cap)
I pray for all my friends and
I'm killing all my rivals (No cap)
100K, he'll shake the room, sweep his block
We don't need no broom
They ask me how high I am, I'm Leeke high
I'm to the moon
Sixteen, they killed him soon
In the streets acting like a goon
You in my city, better check
In, we spin Ben'
We'll make you get in tune
Thirty-five hundred for this new Drac'
Twеnty racks for this Cartier
Fifteen for this Rolex
Thirty bands on the opp's facе
Mike Tyson, I whipped the case
Takin' chances I could die today
I don't do no frontin'
Nigga, it's tax season, you gotta pay
(Extortion) ten dead opps in three months
That's ten opps in one play
(In the count jail we fight hard
We weavin' the upper cut)
Twin gave my big brother noodles
He ain't even get to each lunch
Kenny K stay on my mind and
Them crackers need to free Stunt
We kicking shit like a punta', nigga
If I slide bang the gunna', nigga
(R-r rah)
Hundred rounds for a hundred niggas
Like yo' mama we punish niggas
I don't squash beef, I eat
That, yo' homie died, nigga spin back
(Ha) old splat, them big facts
Spin the block like Cracka Jack
I just love a girl with new minks she
Fuck 'cause I got a Cuban Linx (Ha)
Baguetti chain cost a thirty piece
Had a hundred choppas in the BMB
We spin block like DVDs
We got good crack like 80 (Crack)
In LA won two rings
I'm shooting shit like Mike Magee
Bitch, I'm rollin' up this Leeke
Shooting shit 'bout Teki (R-r rah)
Michael Jackson, beat it
These opp niggas got me heated (Damn)
L-E-E-K-E, Leeke
Big perky's got me fiending (Friending)
I'm rollin' up this Leeke, bitch
I'm higher than Jesus

L-E-E-K-E, Leeke, L-E-E-K-E, Leeke
L-E-E-K-E, Leeke, L-E-E-K-E, Leeke
L-E-E-K- keep leakin' (Ayy, ha, nigga)
L-E-E-K-E, Leeke (No cap, he leakin')
L-E-E-K-E, Leeke, L-E-E-K-E, Leeke
I'm rollin' up that Leeke
Spin' shit 'bout Teki
(L-E-E-K-E, Leeke) I'm killing
Shit 'bout Teki leeke, that's on gang