Posted up it up At the spot
We got to drop my nigga
You know they hate to see me win But I can't stop my nigga
Got me feeling like I'm Mozzy
One up top my Nigga
You know they Praying
For me to fold
But it's on lock my nigga
Slow down speed it up
Then I am beat it up
Tear down real TrackStar
The way she run around
Bitch we Hella active
Flip a nerd out of his cap and gown
And if you are not from my section On my mama you can't come around Bitch
For the homies in the dirt
I'm a slide fo
And for the love in the money
I'ma die for
And I am tripping on a bitch
What do I gotta lie for
When you feel like that Knigge
It's nothing to touch them band hoe
All the shit you talking out your Neck miss me with
Still remember the times
When they told me I wouldn't be shit Streets did me grimy
Had to get it out the mud bitch
And I hopped off the porch young Nigga and started busting shit
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
If it ant a bout no digits
Bitch don't call my
I been down bad nigga
Had to get it on are own
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
How the f*ck you say you love me But you always trying to hate Bitch
I Really try to feed you but yo bitch ass Stole my plate can't believe
That you Stole from me that gun is on my Waist
Put da bitch up in your face Watch Them bullets take your face I've been Living too fast
I sip da lean To slow Down I was just grinding Motherf*cker I stay down
I'm a have To run it up so Talking next round
And if you f*cking fake you can't Come around
Go ahead and get that cutta bitch
We gonna have to split a bitch
We going to tell them niggas
Try to Tellem that we with the shit
Pull up to yo block and we dumping Shit
Leave them on the ground and shit
We gonna have to drown a bitch
And I got the pack and you know it's Sticky sticky
We're gonna have to hit that Knigge With the Blicky Blicky
Told dat nigga don't test me
I hit this weed because they stress me
Oooohhhoo
And I got another load
And with the gang I hit the road
Got this money didn't sell my soul
And you really know how it goes
Abm Mellow - Leave Me Alone (feat. K.L) Lyrics
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Posted up it up At the spot
We got to drop my nigga
You know they hate to see me win But I can't stop my nigga
Got me feeling like I'm Mozzy
One up top my Nigga
You know they Praying
For me to fold
But it's on lock my nigga
Slow down speed it up
Then I am beat it up
Tear down real TrackStar
The way she run around
Bitch we Hella active
Flip a nerd out of his cap and gown
And if you are not from my section On my mama you can't come around Bitch
For the homies in the dirt
I'm a slide fo
And for the love in the money
I'ma die for
And I am tripping on a bitch
What do I gotta lie for
When you feel like that Knigge
It's nothing to touch them band hoe
All the shit you talking out your Neck miss me with
Still remember the times
When they told me I wouldn't be shit Streets did me grimy
Had to get it out the mud bitch
And I hopped off the porch young Nigga and started busting shit
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
If it ant a bout no digits
Bitch don't call my
I been down bad nigga
Had to get it on are own
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
How the f*ck you say you love me But you always trying to hate Bitch
I Really try to feed you but yo bitch ass Stole my plate can't believe
That you Stole from me that gun is on my Waist
Put da bitch up in your face Watch Them bullets take your face I've been Living too fast
I sip da lean To slow Down I was just grinding Motherf*cker I stay down
I'm a have To run it up so Talking next round
And if you f*cking fake you can't Come around
Go ahead and get that cutta bitch
We gonna have to split a bitch
We going to tell them niggas
Try to Tellem that we with the shit
Pull up to yo block and we dumping Shit
Leave them on the ground and shit
We gonna have to drown a bitch
And I got the pack and you know it's Sticky sticky
We're gonna have to hit that Knigge With the Blicky Blicky
Told dat nigga don't test me
I hit this weed because they stress me
Oooohhhoo
And I got another load
And with the gang I hit the road
Got this money didn't sell my soul
And you really know how it goes
We got to drop my nigga
You know they hate to see me win But I can't stop my nigga
Got me feeling like I'm Mozzy
One up top my Nigga
You know they Praying
For me to fold
But it's on lock my nigga
Slow down speed it up
Then I am beat it up
Tear down real TrackStar
The way she run around
Bitch we Hella active
Flip a nerd out of his cap and gown
And if you are not from my section On my mama you can't come around Bitch
For the homies in the dirt
I'm a slide fo
And for the love in the money
I'ma die for
And I am tripping on a bitch
What do I gotta lie for
When you feel like that Knigge
It's nothing to touch them band hoe
All the shit you talking out your Neck miss me with
Still remember the times
When they told me I wouldn't be shit Streets did me grimy
Had to get it out the mud bitch
And I hopped off the porch young Nigga and started busting shit
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
If it ant a bout no digits
Bitch don't call my
I been down bad nigga
Had to get it on are own
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
Tell them hoes to leave me alone
How the f*ck you say you love me But you always trying to hate Bitch
I Really try to feed you but yo bitch ass Stole my plate can't believe
That you Stole from me that gun is on my Waist
Put da bitch up in your face Watch Them bullets take your face I've been Living too fast
I sip da lean To slow Down I was just grinding Motherf*cker I stay down
I'm a have To run it up so Talking next round
And if you f*cking fake you can't Come around
Go ahead and get that cutta bitch
We gonna have to split a bitch
We going to tell them niggas
Try to Tellem that we with the shit
Pull up to yo block and we dumping Shit
Leave them on the ground and shit
We gonna have to drown a bitch
And I got the pack and you know it's Sticky sticky
We're gonna have to hit that Knigge With the Blicky Blicky
Told dat nigga don't test me
I hit this weed because they stress me
Oooohhhoo
And I got another load
And with the gang I hit the road
Got this money didn't sell my soul
And you really know how it goes
Writer: Malachi Williams
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