ALLEY OOP ft. SIROKA & LeyendaRob Lyrics

She told me I need Jesus while she fucking on a demon

Narcissist like Playboi Carti, take my clothes off she not breathing

I told her go right to the back, she buss it right where Rosa seat is

Had to take the rubber off, heard she got a thing for breeding

Yeah I'm toxic, not shit, best be cautious

Peace of mind she lost it

Had her jumping up on dick just like them body parts in Boston

Shit we bombing, spin the block no problem, Hiroshima popping

Way I beat the pussy up its like she doing crime in Gotham, spot em got em

Uh, then I pass to the bro

And I hit, and I hit, yeah

I got her feeling some type of way

Bounce on the dick she go andele

She park on that Peter but she ain't no Auntie May

I'm Uncle Ben and these spiders my sons

Can't stomach this shit go get me the tums

Now I'm on your ass you rappers is bums, yeah

Paradox and Leyenda

They pass me the shits

My homies with heaters

They gassing my hits

I'll fuck you myself so stop asking my bitch

Better say something now we won't talk when I'm rich

I just swing harder the faster the pitch

I'm risking a miss but anything better than slashing my wrists

I'm just a man of wits

Smoking on cannabis

Bread, cheese and lettuce

I'm making a sandwich

Bro sent the open

So fuck it I ran with it

Born with the talent there ain't no planning this

Why you keep trying to make all these weak ass comparisons

Bitch I been with the troops like I been in the garrison

All of my shooters be snapping like terrapins

You gotta problem I pop and embarrass ya

Saying "mmkay" yeah you Mr. Garrison

Act like a bitch and you know I ain't scared of it

I want a Grammy so much Imma marry it

Piece on my side for the peace and preparedness

Fuck is you staring at, (What, what) fuck is you doing here

Pop like smoke might hit that woo

Got about ten rings I'm the black Wen Wu

I ain't never been jaded but I got that juice

Might wait till August Imma hit that too

With my dog like Snoop, drinking that gin no juice

Cuz I ain't never do no chaser, for a bitch that's what I wont do

Me and Siroka that's back to back

Bitch I been a titan attacking that

Take a shot of that Jaegar then back to black

Had to get my assist when I'm passing back

And my dawg never miss I been keeping track

Had to speed up the flow do another dash

Got too many bangers up in the vault

Put this bitch on the AUX and shit made me crash

Baby, welcome to the party

Ain't making deals yeah we ain't come to parlay

808 hit like it's welcome to heartbreak

If we ain't connecting I lie bout my star sign

Throwing those shots like we got in a bar fight

Cause you ain't got no business texting me

Talk to your ex

Then they keep on sexting me

Legs spread out wide

Yelling out open sesame

Y'all keep on laughing

And god keep on testing me

I got the recipe made for disaster

If you want forgiveness then go ask your pastor

Cause god don't give so easy

Try staying alive I roll with the BeeGees

No Wonder they don't see me Stevie

Isn't she lovely

Your pockets stay empty

You worried bout money

You worry bout me

And I worry bout nothing

I write my lil verses then light up the function