leave him dancing (feat. Gunk, ripjuud & aether)

Pull up on his block, leave him dancin' Take your fucking brodie out for ransom Hit him with a stick, call 'em branches You ain't gettin' mother fuckin' chances Why you talking down? Like what's the point? You know that I'm better, I don't disappoint I hope this shit sends you to your breaking point Don't believe me? This bar is my case in point And you're just a fucking You don't give a shit about me See the smirk up on your face I don't really care 'casue nobody cared about you Cared about you (Yeah) Why you talking you a fan? I don't give a fuck about your bag or who you is (Hahaha) Why you talking you a bitch? Your brain get filled with lead if you are a snitch (If you snitch) Why you talking you so cringe Spent a band and then your girl up and left You don't got no fucking clique You not doing shit Do not pull up on me, it's odd city bitch Hold the fuck up, I think I'm lagging Got a droptop and two bitches they gon' tag in Drop his fucking body, Imma pull up on him Blood out my nose, yeah coke is awful I done fucked up before, I've been around I'm falling, I'm down, down, down Down, down, down It's a shame I could fold you 'cause you're talking down You a lame and I told you, better keep it down Pull up with a shotgun, that bitch be glowing I hear talking outside, telling me this is the only place to go Steady incline (Uh) Melting outside (Fuck) Many mistakes (Yeah) Wanna waste time (Yuh) In my dream space (Uh) You be talking all night (Woah) In the end thought (Yeah) I've been feeling alright (Yuh) Aye, leaning over my bedside Looking for monsters that threaten my insides Pull up on his block, leave him dancin' Take your fucking brodie out for ransom Hit him with a stick, call 'em branches You ain't gettin' mother fuckin' chances Why you talking down? Like what's the point? You know that I'm better, I don't disappoint I hope this shit sends you to your breaking point Don't believe me? This bar is my case in point