Left Lonely ft. Jaymoney30 Lyrics

A-T, turn the shit up

A

oh he thinking he a hot boy?

Got his ass left lonely

We ain't got our last opp

He got his ass left open

Niggas died , gettin' high

Got his ass left smokin

We put niggas six feet

Like his ass got COVID

nigga

That's your man boy, you better check on him

Got the drop and pressed on him

Nell , spin this bitch again

Bro I think I left something

Seen him fall when I shot

That's how I knew I smacked something

All I got is so many attempts

Got my face hot

without a mask

Like I ain't scared of Rona

He think I'm lackin

Whole time I finna put it on him

They don't want beef

We ride with ARs

That got fullys on em

Ain't gotta show it

I'll Blow it through the hoodie on him

I'm with 50

He gon' shoot it till the clip empty

Don't care if we just seen the boys out

We gon' keep spinnin

You still ain't find

Who smoked some yo mans

You need to keep bendin

I'm hangin' out the window

Melting shit like I got heat vision

Tell him drop a lo

All my opps be unprepared

Ain't got a striker or a pole

Tedz strapped he ain't no Uber though

But we send niggas home

Me and bro don't beat on bitches though

But we hit niggas homes

Got a vest for wat?

Cause when we blowin

We hit niggas domes

Ain't no Will Smith

I was slappin' rocks

with my nigga Oscar

Torture his ass up in jail

Like he on Riker's

You been losing all your mans

Now he heartless

Just like John Q

No GPS

I know your block

I'ma find you

Aye what niggas tryna hoop?

I got my nigga Curry with me

Man my Glock love niggas

Damn near flirting with em

Let's be clear

We know who gettin' money

And who ain't

Y'all the real hoopers

How you let me score up in that paint

I ain't no Crip or no blood

Played the game

I was a saint

Quick to roll nigga up

This ain't Tooka

Boy it's dank

Man I miss my baby E

And I cried when I seen yo casket

I pray up to God

Man them boys catch that nigga lacking