LEECHERS ft. Kid Kuba Lyrics

It's when blood gets lost to a demons suck

Lost your faith ain't worried bout luck

Pale in passion missing in action

Free These guys ain't talking bout Chuck

Tryna stay great for all of my doves and calls from my mum,

Why they wanna take apart my new love,

I don't even wanna sing about my old stunts

Tryna think about the days where I'm stuck

Tryna pick a few names, for all of my trucks

Try to tame a kid who don't give two fucks

About a bullet to the brain, just let him give up

He took a tab too many, now he's got no pulse the dosage went up

Think about the days you could've set up

From the morn to the eve but now we got crust

Rise up early cap'n crunch

Write a new book before i get lunch

Bill a quick zoot chill out with a munch

Sign a millie quid deal next day at brunch

Tryna pick apart more days for the fun huh love

Like i'm tryna pick apart more days for The run my love

gotta pick apart the Days for the sun got guns

I put the tracks down hours in functions

Getting back nothing, disgusting

(urgh)

I get the rhythm abducted

then i get my Killies in the middle discuss it

(urgh)

And if i press this button, man are just

Setting a pace where i'm rushing,

If my blood starts gushing

man are really Losing the love through the suction

I don't wanna think about my old teachers uh

I ain't got time for the leechers

I don't wanna pick apart my old features

preach it think about the cracks in the pavement

I don't wanna think about my old teachers huh

I ain't finna sit in the bleachers

I don't wanna think about all the leechers huh

Putting cracks all up in the pavement

I don't wanna think about my old teachers uh

I ain't got time for the leechers

I don't wanna pick apart my old features

preach it think about the cracks in the pavement

I don't wanna think about my old teachers huh

I ain't finna sit in the bleachers

I don't wanna think about all the leechers huh

Putting cracks all up in the pavement

Next ones up nigga time to roll the dice,

Better run me up the tax nigga time to pay the price

Ain't shit sweet niggas fighting for they life

So you don't get left, nigga better stay right

Plug told a nigga I should meet him at the light

If it ain't all green then the dogs gotta bite

Had to close funds cause the money got tight

But I'm still in the run got you niggas in sight

Tip toeing niggas got a nigga out of breathe

Hand me the pack lemme give it a test

Swatting motherfucker's cause I'm tired of pests

My niggas is paro they walking with vests

Know that I'm blessed seeing the signs

Pressuring diamonds evolution divine

Watching the clock still not enough time

Take what I want and I'm making it mine