Yung Griffin - leandoer (feat. young mess & isak) Lyrics

Of course I got a Glock, bitch I'm goofy, I ain't stupid hoe
You was with the shit, so I pull up to the studio
She gon do the beans and the lean, got her moving slow
She was being extra, babygirl I swear you do the most
He gon try to sell, well I promise, you'll get caught again
Baby I'm a Leandoer, you can call me Jonatan
I been working real hard, lowkey getting tired man
Your homie a mark too, I hit him with the Iron Man
You was selling fake lean, baby you can't knock the hustle
I feel just like Mermaid Man, I'll pop you like dirty bubble
Pull up with the Glock, you get popped in yo face man
Watch the money stretch, the elastic waistband
Wanna see me run back, I can do it again
Take a look at my wallet, baby these are my friends
Baby ain't it a shame, cause all of them dead
But they look so good, they just bought me a Benz
Sipping on this Hi-C
If you want me, come and get me, I ain't hiding
He gon hate me, but his girlfriend like me
Are you ready to die? Bitch I might be
And you smoking on that mid, yeah that's likely
Spend a check on some shoes, she like Nike
So excited, tell her friends "he gon' wife me"
My shit going out, I'm in the cut like "where the light, b?"
Wanna see me run back? I can do it again
Take a look at my wallet, baby these are my friends
Baby ain't it a shame? Cause all of them dead
But they look so good, they just bought me a Benz
Wanna see me run back? I can do it again
Take a look at my wallet, baby these are my friends
Baby ain't it a shame? Cause all of them dead
But they look so good, they just bought me a Benz
And they bought me a Benz,
But honestly it's f*ck the Benz, it's just me and my friends
You probably way better off if you left me for him
But you ain't leave so now it's heartbreak again and again
I could care less bout these rappers, y'all are not my friends
Choppa hit you, got you regretting all of your sins
Now I'm out here saying "f*ck you I'm chasing the bands"
Shout out Griffin, that's my brodie my muhf*ckin kinfolk
She be off the beans, Yung Griffin brought the lean
The homie keep the scene
I swear I'd probably be dead if it wasn't for the team
You not my girl, you just a thot yeah it's that sort of thing
Wanna see me run back, I could f*ck on yo bitch
And yeah my wallet looking dead, cause it's all on my wrist
I had to buy it though, we came from all of them sticks
I might just hit them to the side, we gotta be friends
Lil mama so sweet, she taste like lemonade
Smoking this gas, baby let's medicate
Heart bumping out my chest like an 808
Baby please don't block me out like a barricade
Pussy so wet, I need a raincoat
Booty look like peaches, but she taste like mango
She like it when I'm commando, Rambo
Hit em once, then I go reload with the ammo
Wanna see me run back? I can do it again
Take a look at my wallet, baby these are my friends
Baby ain't it a shame? Cause all of them dead
But they look so good, they just bought me a Benz
Wanna see me run back? I can do it again
Take a look at my wallet, baby these are my friends
Baby ain't it a shame? Cause all of them dead
But they look so good, they just bought me a Benz