1942 Leel - RIP Bo

You know what I like to do
I don't know how you lie to hkes but tell the cops the truth
Summertime in a droptop hangin out the roof
Niggas take a couple percs start Pac in Juice
If you not the cops I got no reason to lie to you
If you say the right price fuck driving I'll fly to you
Tints on the window they can't see me when I'm riding through
If you see me on 75 South then you know what I'm bout to do

If you catch me at the liquor store you know what I'm bout to buy
Brodie just brkke the bottle I almost cried
I don't gotta get doggy dropped imma kill his pride
Uh yea I'm from the burbs yea the shadyside
Hiw you a killer on the net but you stay inside
You can catch me in the A right off 85
Brodie rollie tick tocking he fakin time
Brodie said let me catch a rapper I'm takin time

Only way I send you wit a bag if you takin mines
Real boss when I hit the club I don't wait in line
So patient so humble I just waited my time
I ain't gon lie I hate when motherfuckers waste my time
We coulda shined together you tried to take my shine
Sho woulda ever thought that I would be gettin paid to rhyme

Drink Anejo like it's lean it's in a baby bottle
You ain't rich if yo bottle cost $80
Club say they ran out Anejo shit I'm takin bottles
I'm really addicted to this shit these Anejo problems

I'm cooking dope with the window closed case the neighbors watchin
Bopstick hold a hunnid rounds case you niggas plottin
Twenty thousand dollars worth of drip inside the closet
Next 90 days no withdrawal all deposits
Stop rappin bout all that shit you ain't never got it
You then had that strap two years you ain't never shot it
I'm somewhere in the hood I ain't never hidin
Just found oout he was a rat shit don't surprise me

Written by:
Khaleel Harris

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