BG Brill & BG Nutsoo & BG Suey - Can't Leave Without Her (feat. L.A.M.)

I know bloods lil nigga
I would say you was in the trenches, Ion think you was my nigga
The only thing I ever gave a fuck about was my niggas
Saint Louis nigga from the dirty, clean up like suds my nigga
She say I clean up like soap
I fuck from the back, I turn her then wrap my hand around her throat
Yea I’m on da baby shit
I roll a 3.5 of the gas right now I’m on some lazy shit
You need to get up off yo ass right now, you on some lazy shit
Hop on this bitch and I flow
I can’t leave without it, Shawty stay on me like coast
I need lil Aliyah, I told her come and rock the boat
I told her come and ride the wave
I told her that I got some dreads so shit, she gotta come and ride my braids
Her legs wrapped around my throat
Yea ima get laid
And word to Luh E and Nutso, yea she gone get slayed
Yea I’m from 1 8
Straight out the cage
I put the game in a chokehold and under my legs like I’m Triple H
Now I got this bitch in a chokehold, Ha
Now I feel like Cain
Naw better yet undertaker nigga
Yea, I don’t play no games
I’m getting buckets like Wondermaker nigga
Jaylen Brown or maybe Luh Jay
Yea we be balling out just like a Celtic but we gone take this to LA
Now I’m out in CALI, smoking good, shoutout to the bay
I don’t wear Burberry, I wear Balenci
Cause yo shit be fake
Libre a legend, wear Goyard and Fendi
And Gucci for days
You already know how I step about mines
Pull up in some Bape
Hopped in the gang, I don’t got a ring
Feel like Horton I still run the game
Go out with a bang
Gas smoking like a train
Get in traffic switching lanes
They can’t think I want the fame, really in it for the change
Young slider, Let’s Go
Switch on the gang, Naw never
With this rap shit I’m so clever
I can do this shit forever
I done reached a new level
T’d up like a rebel
Pacing in my own lane
Working hard for a metal
Young slider, Let’s Go
She see me doing good
Now she wanna go and hit my phone
When I was in the wrong, she was quick to leave me lone
Wait til I get on, everybody gone wanna call my phone
Over they heads like a drum
Somewhere I be so far gone
Then I’m fake, If I don’t pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up
Ain't shit handed gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Say what you want, my chick realer than most niggas
Apply that pressure, soon the whole world gone feel us
I’m on a different status, Shit I’m on a different level
You on a different dead, shit I need a bigger shovel
Bitch we got bigger clips and them bitches be big as ever
Or we’ll have yo lil future gone, You’ll think that we with Ciara
And bitch if we see error or terror, my niggas get on that shit quick
Y'all fake niggas tryna act trill, that’s actually why we don’t mix
Sweet nigga I’ll leave you in dust with this tool
You can call it pixie sticks
Type of nigga that’ll shoot, hop back in the car and ask if you hit or you miss
Me, if I take a shot then Ima switch nigga
MJ and 96 nigga
Call my nigga Scotty Pimpin with the hoes
He just threw me the assist nigga
And you know I’m going in deep
I Told luh baby Ima ditch digger
Hit the bitch from both sides
Yea baby Ima switch hitta
You know, We Hamma Gang Blinky Boys
Got my SD when I’m ready for war
Shorty drippin’ so I call her Dior
Cardinals cap and them all black forces
Ski mask when I jump out that car
Tatted on me I’m from 18th and Carr
Aint no clubbing, bitch we go to the bar
I be damned if that bitch get me caught
My gun I can’t live without it
I’m from public housing and bitch you know that I then starved
Can’t wait to get my mama a new car
Some shit I seen den left a nigga scarred
When they took Bizzle I took it to the heart
Niggas aint think that I’d make it this far
Niggas they dissing, fuck around and get popped
Got it in, Now I’m tired of that block
Middle fingers I don’t fuck with the cops
Chop Suey and I pay with them choppas
Too influence, my gun that I got it
Too influence so I can’t leave with out it

Written by:
Antione Garrett, Antonyo Hubbard, Jabril Lewis, LeRone Baker

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