Dead Leaves

Ahh Ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh (Oh wow) Word on street (Street) No more discreet ('Screet) You bitches defeated That's all that I need Your gyal; she on fleek Throbbing and riding on my dick Giving a lick, I'm getting a lick You bitches just a show (Always been) Shooting and spraying on these bitches everywhere All these bitches everywhere All these bitches everywhere All these bitches everywhere I pull up on 'yo grave After I shoot you with 'de stick Shoot you with 'de stick And I burst on you real quick You fuckers a show, always been so low A twat and you're slow all your bitches are hoes In my Mercedes, and I'll run over your big-toe Every night I'm out, dripping 'Henny in the cup Don't wanna stay at home Thinking reminiscing About you and I 'Bout you and I About you and I Drillings in action with day-ones I don't give a f*ck about your funds I don't give a f*ck about your funds Dead Leaves Come see Dead Leaves Come see If I were to call you At the night-time Would you pick-up? My heart's in a knot And I New word on the street Bad bitches, I'm sipping on tea Not fucking with lean that shit ain't green That shit ain't green