
LEECH ft. XZARKHAN Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yeah
I ain't wanna have to do it to 'em
These little rappers in my scene look like my Oompa Loompas
Suburban born you lying to ya self you not a shooter
Fix ya posture hunchback ass Koopa Troopa
If I'm a colonizer, fine then, you Montezuma
Pop a pussy in the microwave he ramen noodle
He don't want no beef, he chicken wings hot ones
Straight bars and bare knuckles not guns
But unlike you, I don't use prop ones
So if you tryna take it there we can pop one
Shift the gears, hit the Nos, Gods son
Acting like you been a boss but you not one
I'm Stillmatic you crack addict I'm back it
I'm flabbergasted you gassed up but I lit the matches
Little basic ass baby back bitch
You should hop up off the internet and start raising ya kid
It's like that huh
You ain't a dad bruh
Yo baby mama beat yo ass
You not a man bruh
I'm on yo ass huh
You think you bad bruh?
That's why claiming this and that but it ain't adding up
You just looking for handout
A basic leech
Watch me push you off ya pedestal and break ya knees
You really tryna test the true deviant evil
These syllables could snatch your skin through the tip of a needle
I make real connections with real life people
I ain't living on the internet like the rest of you sheeple
So while you sitting rock bottom homeless at the casino
Playing nickel slots for a dollar just to cop a burrito
I'm working 60 hours outside with all my Latinos
I'm like the Equalizer meets Eastwood from Gran Torino
You wouldn't know real work if it could smack you in the face
Cuz you just an entitled prick that ain't got nothing to say
And I could take it further if I really wanted to buddy
But I ain't tryna leave bruised and battered bloody my buddy
Cuz there ain't nothing after that you in my hands like silly putty
I ain't calling out ya name you make me sick to my tummy
But I suggest you tone it down with all that ego lil buddy
Cuz you and I know that we know that it ain't nothing funny
Buddy