Tesla on Forgis ft. Yung Leonardo Lyrics

Thinking bout dropping the Tesla on some Forgis

Cuz hit me said he's down I let him hold a forty

A lot of people say they hate me, they don't even know me

I got red in my cup got the top looking foamy

I got four different bitches, four different lanes

Four different plays waiting for me by the coney

I see it in your eyes you a motha fuckin phony

What I spent last night yea I could've bought a Rollie

Riding in a all black Benz must've thought that's John Gotti

Everything I do make these motha fuckas copy

Me and my dogs like trapping for a hobby

Chopping down bows, cut master like karate

When I'm in that field I be feeling like a Sargent

Aiming at his head, yea I'm bout to hit my target

Chess not checkers bitch you better move smarter

Chop him into motha fuckin pieces like some carpet

I be with the wolves and the motha fuckin heathens

Sometimes at night I be feeling like a demon

Try to run up on me ima leave your momma screaming

Finna hit his bitch, she just text me that she feigning

Two bad bitches and a big bag of dope

Never running from the ops I rather drop a loc

Fuckin with the gang gon' be a lot of shit to cope

Every city I be in they be coppin more

Then we can call

Then we can get some more

Then we can wrap em up or we can send them to the

Shhh

I'm pouring up some act, I'm leaning on a slope

Playin bout my benjis ima crack your cantaloupe