Leave You On Read ft. 7URBØ™ Lyrics

I don't want love anymore I'm so tired of these hoes I want bread yeah

If you yapping I'm not even gonna reply imma leave you on read yeah

Cut off the niggas that's wasting my time leaving them dead yeah

If I'm writing lyrics the paper on fire so I'm off the head with it

I got them like oh

They know I'm out here I'm getting that paper

Bitch if I make it don't ask me for favors

I'm bout to blow

Skrrt in the whip screaming out see you later

I cannot be cool or hang with a hater nah

Bitch when I make it I'm flexing

I put in work ain't no resting

If you lazy don't come my direction

Asking who is the best that's a dumb ass question

I'm not the one to be messed with

I don't think they get the message

They can never out do me I'm restless

I might die for the money I'm reckless

I cannot stop till I'm rich

I don't want love I can't trip bout a bitch

At the same time that shit hella addicting

I wanted the love but that shit hella risky

You can't hang with the squad if you act hella fishy

If I make it and get to the fame they gon' diss me

Better put some respect on my name when you mention it

I bet that shit won't be the same when I'm winning

Yeah

I'm going off, I'm going crazy

Young nigga t'ing up

I'm not gonna stop, I'm never lazy

You don't wanna p me off

They know I'm tough, nothing can break me

I can't wait until I make it

They said money gonna change me

If I make it I'll still be the same nigga

I don't want love anymore I'm so tired of these hoes I want bread yeah

If you yapping I'm not even gonna reply imma leave you on read yeah

Cut off the niggas that's wasting my time leaving them dead yeah

If I'm writing lyrics the paper on fire so I'm off the head with it

I got them like oh

They know I'm out here I'm getting that paper

Bitch if I make it don't ask me for favors

I'm bout to blow

Skrrt in the whip screaming out see you later

I cannot be cool or hang with a hater nah

It's late at night but I'm still doing work

I hop in the booth and I freestyle a verse

I put every beat that I find in the dirt

And the booth in my closet but I still get turnt

R.I.P. Ralph till I get off this earth

Speak down on my brother put him on a shirt

870 that's the city I serve

We was last in the race we gon' finish in first

I stay with my brothers like Phineas and Ferb

Don't fuck with the gang or you getting hurt

You think you a demon I'll send you to church

Send that boy up to God if he act like he cursed

Fuck all that fighting my gun like to flirt

My gun is horny my gun like a perv

Bitch I'm the best give a fuck what you heard

I get on the beat and I murder

I'm going off, I'm going crazy

Young nigga t'ing up

I'm not gonna stop, I'm never lazy

You don't wanna p me off

They know I'm tough, nothing can break me

I can't wait until I make it

They said money gonna change me

If I make it I'll still be the same nigga

I don't want love anymore I'm so tired of these hoes I want bread yeah

If you yapping I'm not even gonna reply imma leave you on read yeah

Cut off the niggas that's wasting my time leaving them dead yeah

If I'm writing lyrics the paper on fire so I'm off the head with it

I got them like oh

They know I'm out here I'm getting that paper

Bitch if I make it don't ask me for favors

I'm bout to blow

Skrrt in the whip screaming out see you later

I cannot be cool or hang with a hater nah