Leachers lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch I got my .30
You won't do none
n*ggas hatin' on me
I do this sh*t for fun
Up this .45, b*tch ass boy
You better not run
That b*tch tried to set me up
I'm like baby-girl, you done
(Ivysaur)
(Zaytona luh'—)

[Chorus]
These n*ggas so weird to me (Luh' b*tch)
These n*ggas ass so fake to me
Tryna figure out why these n*ggas hate me
Tryna figure why yo b*tch on me
Pull out my Glock, you can get beat
Please don't ever, ever, play me
I'm not that n*gga everyday, you see

[Post-Chorus]
I'm a one on one n*gga
Tryna get my racks bigger
I think they mad, they wanna be us
Gotta pay that ticket to meet us
They be my sons, my fetus
All of these n*ggas, they leachers
[Verse]
[?], yeah, I keep on makin it
You ain't givin that Benz up
Then you know that we gon' take the sh*t
I was like "I couldn't find a way"
I f*cked around and made the sh*t
We got Glocks and chops
In case that lil' boy on some hatin' sh*t
b*tch I got my .30
You won't do none
n*ggas hatin' on me
I do this sh*t for fun
Up this .45, b*tch ass boy
You better not run
That b*tch tried to set me up
I'm like baby-girl, you done (Ivysaur)

[Chorus]
These n*ggas so weird to me
These n*ggas ass so fake to me
Tryna figure out why these n*ggas hate me
Tryna figure why yo b*tch on me
Pull out my Glock, you can get beat
Please don't ever, ever, play me
I'm not that n*gga everyday, you see
[Post-Chorus]
I'm a one on one n*gga
Tryna get my racks bigger
I think they mad, they wanna be us
Gotta pay that ticket to meet us
They be my sons, my fetus
All of these n*ggas, they leachers