Letra de Leeke - Foolio

Rrrah, rrrah, rrrah

Baow, baow, baow, baow (Ayy)

Rrrah, 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 there, 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 hit my city, better check in, we spin bends, make you get in tune

Thirty-five hundred for this new Drac', twenty racks for this Cartier

Fifteen for this Rolex, thirty bands on the opp's face

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 blunt

(In the count jail we fight hard, weave, weav, and a uppercut)

Twinn 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 (Rrrah)

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, bendin' blocks like Cracka Jack

I love a girl with new minks she fuck 'cause I got a Cuban Link (Ha)

Baguette chain cost a thirty piece, had a hundred choppas in the BMB

We spin block like DVDs, we got good crack like 83 (Crack)

In LA won two rings, I'm shooting shit like Mike McGee

Bitch, I'm rollin' up this Leeke, shooting shit 'bout Teki (Rrrah)

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- he leakin' (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

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