Leave Me V

Lyrics

[Intro] Syringe [Verse 1: Original God] I put on for my city Break like Houston, Whitney Ball like Britney She just hit me, I don't really care what you think She'll get me black Anime hair and they stop to stare I don't have a problem, know she gots a problem, hoping she just keeps it down [Chorus: Original God] All alone, don't pick up the phone Feel it through my bones I got too many problems Leave 'em all at home I'm all alone, don't pick up the phone Feel it through my bones I got too many problems Leave 'em all at home I break like sticks and stones [Verse 2: Ghostie] Bitch, I was bullied ever since I was a kid But yo' man don't care, aight now If he talking shit words won't hurt me I'ma grab a fucking ratchet, I'ma lay you down Hey, hey I had a lotta time to think to myself Hey, hey Now I hate you niggas and I'm gonna give you hell Hey, hey I don't give a shit 'cause a nigga living it out Hey, hey Can't you fucking tell? I just want the money Quick fast in my hand Tryna get the cash and dodge I don't like y'all and y'all don't like me It's okay, I'ma still kick your ass [Chorus: Original God] All alone, don't pick up the phone Feel it through my bones I got too many problems Leave 'em all at home I'm all alone, don't pick up the phone Feel it through my bones I got too many problems Leave 'em all at home I break like sticks and stones [Verse 3: Phantom Caine] Tears fall down my face I think about that bitch like everyday You see it in my face I cannot lie All I wanna do is count some guala And I count it, baby Come with me 'cause I just wanna die Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up I flip a bitch like a spatula She kinda built like an amateur I clean it up like a janitor Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me I pray to God that she fucks with me Jockin' that shit, but he enemy Switching it up baby won't work with me Why do I try to live my fucking life? I pray to God that I won't kill myself tonight I'm with my boys and we turn up every fucking time I slit my wrist, I do the dash and then you see me I'll be– [Verse 4: Angst] Poopoo-punching you be fucking bitches minds I don't give a fuck about these niggas clique You be on my shit talking about my fucking dick You be on my shit talking about my fucking dick I never thought that I could love you Every bit is for the clout And I thought it was your drought All you ever did was doubt You never mention all my shots I don't wanna work for you, but you wanna work for me 'cause I don't wanna fuck with you You might catch these fucking clips See me and you wanna dip Got that .30 where I'm going Take you on a fucking trip Give a puppet, take a sip Give a fuck about my mix I might kick it with you later All you niggas you ain't shit [Chorus: Original God] All alone, don't pick up the phone Feel it through my bones I got too many problems Leave 'em all at home I'm all alone, don't pick up the phone Feel it through my bones I got too many problems Leave 'em all at home I break like sticks and stones [Outro] Original God