Leverage Lyrics

What are you doing? I said, I'm resting

Yeah, you're resting? Then I'll fucking beat you to punk

I know I'm resting, I'm resting

They pull me in, they start giving me all kinds of questions

And I said, so what are you going to tell us, tough guy

He said, why you? Zero, nothing

I said, I'm going to tell you, punk

He said, no, you're going to tell me something today, tough guy

I said, all right, I'll tell you something

He said, go fuck your mother

You saw the big red thing

What the hell

I'm coming around, you know

Let one nigga play, then y'all all going to die

Heard they say Reezy ain't having pape, that's a doggone lie

Nigga, your bitch going to suck it rough on camera

Full of house, that white boy, bitch, we serving Danny Tanner

My cup be black like David Banner

Smoke on za, you coming bammer

I rock like white buffs like Arm and Hammer

That clip stick out just like a ladder

Running your house like it's a warrant

Fuck on your thot then I ignore her.

That money coming in and out, I hit up Truth and start a storm

Y'all niggas groupies and y'all poor

And y'all crew don't do no scoring

Sipping on a eight of juice then, took a blue and now I'm snoring

Fuck a nigga, baby boo

He in my DM trying to link

My Sprite turned to the color pink

My buffs the color of your sink

Fuck them, monclers we coming minks

You sip on turtle, that ain't drink

If she fertile, she a twinky

Cut dick on camera like she pinky

seven-two, we run the world

Bagging blues and we got girl

Told her I just want a nut

She swing that tail like she a squirrel

She want Vs, don't want no pearls

Y'all mans are rat sing like he Sterl

I can't eat no Percocet without no steak, I might just hurl

You told that groupie, bitch, you love her, boy, and she ain't saying back

Sent all your favorite hoes to Scottsdale

I don't even play like that

I'm a fuck her from the back

You gon' call her off a app

Man, quit asking where she at, lil' bro

We finna take a nap

Man, quit asking where these kicks come from, lil' bro

You been to Saks?

Gucci store, shopping to the right

My bitch shop on the left

My bitch, she look like Kyla Pratt

I'ma buy her ass a wig

Sipping bloody, getting head

She got me singing like I'm Jig