Til' the Lease Up Lyrics

We gone step on all them niggas who don't like us

Flexing on a nigga, I might fuck round' blow his re up

Scoring on the opps, them niggas ducking, tell em D up

Five in the cut, he'll pop out I tell em T up

Trapping, doing fraud, and we rob so we three up

D boy

I'ma rock them ones til they crease up

Bru had did a whole honey bun with his feet up

And I'ma sell a bomb after bomb after bomb after bomb til the lease up

Them niggas shot lil bru and now they praying they don't see us

I be with some shooters that be scoring when they heat up

I be with some niggas doing fraud and they robbing and serving

So when we come around put your cheese up

Sliding with them mopsticks don't get your spot cleaned up

Bru had jumped a half to a block he Mister cleaned one

Them niggas say they tryna survive the drought, we ain't seen one

I ain't got to never ever rap, I got clientele

I ain't got to never spin again, my young niggas hell

Fuck going gold nigga I been selling packs, yeah

I just blew that shit you call a stash off in saks, yeah

Thousand dollar jeans for some thousand dollar caps nigga

We gone step on all them niggas who don't like us

Flexing on a nigga, I might fuck round' blow his re up

Scoring on the opps, them niggas ducking, tell em D up

Five in the cut, he'll pop out I tell em T up

Trapping, doing fraud, and we rob so we three up

D boy I'ma rock them ones til they crease up

Bru had did a whole honey bun with his feet up

And I'ma sell a bomb after bomb after bomb after bomb til the lease up

Selling all these bags I ain't got to tell them, they know we up

I might hit the club on a Monday, throw like three up

I might stuff a dirty money dub in some skinny pants

Same nigga come from trapping bags out the minivan

I just watched my dog run a nick' up, playing middle man

The opps been talking shit, so I might pop out with that shit again

Them niggas don't never be outside

Make lil bru them shoot they spot up, they don't pop out

Make them niggas go and spin again

We gone step on all them niggas who don't like us

Flexing on a nigga, I might fuck round blow his re up

Scoring on the opps, them niggas ducking, tell em D up

Five in the cut, he'll pop out I tell em T up

Trapping, doing fraud, and we rob so we three up

D boy I'ma rock them ones til' they crease up

Bru had did a whole honey bun with his feet up

And I'ma sell a bomb after bomb after bomb after bomb til the lease up