Hoodbabysavage - Left For Dead

Well everybody got a lot to say, I'm bout to clean it off my plate
And I'm guessing I can't do no wrong cause all they do is hate
Criticizing how I make a song, they told you I was fake
In the end it's still like fuck them niggas, I bet I bust his brain ohhh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I swear them memories gon' eat a nigga, fucked my mind with dirty pictures
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
These pussy niggas ain't gon' pull the trigger, they just talk about it
So ain't no running from these pussy niggas, I got pistols too
This dirty stick a make em' move, so I been thuggin' with my crew
And I'm a victim to lifestyle they running out the room
Say he gon' kill me I'm on thin water, still ride on jet skis
I had to make a profit, cause I wasn't asking from my mama
And how the fuck you say I'm pussy, when you was talking to your honor
And fuck that song nigga, it's on yo waste so bust that chrome nigga
We can box or I can bust yo dome nigga
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm just ain't feelings right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And you can't make it right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like mother fuck yo life
Oh, oh, oh, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
I bet they thought the kid was over
But I had to come back strong, just like a soldier
And this shit ain't adding up, like what's ya motive
I ain't breaking my composure
Ima fuck the Industry like what you sayin'
Ion need this gun I'm bad using my hands
But I ain't scared to put this blicky on em'
He tried to run I put this ricky on em'
Ain't talking Quan, but I'm the richest homie
And I'm the sickest, but ain't got corona
Just like a storm I'm raining droplets on ha
She want some dick so ima drop it on ha
Yeah, yeah
Bussin' fire she on my side and she ain't traumatized
Momo he with you and I know it he been wiping all your cries
Like fuck the laws don't fuck with twelve I know it make you want to slide
And I done been through it I swear it's gon' be alright
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like fuck the law nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Them bitches killers too
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We will get rid of you
Oh, oh, oh, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When we slide on em'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Trynna pop his ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And fuck yo dead homies
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by:
Da'Von Allen

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