"I'm Leaving" lyrics
Chase the money, chase the money
On my ma', I ain't ever—
I ain't ever even really did no Detroit beat
Ayy, on my ma', I'm finna' get off on this bitch, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
If I leave and don't come back, then give it to my son
Leave Cam the crib, and give P the guns
If I leave and don't come back, then give it to my daughter
Give my momma' half, and give my pops a quarter
If I leave and don't come back, then give it to my gang
Represent my name, don't do this shit for fame
If I leave and don't come back, then—, ayy, ayy
If I leave and don't come—, ayy, ayy
30 Deep the gang, when I was here, that's what I stood for
All these niggas actin' good, but they ain't hood though
Pull up on 'em, pop-pop, wish he would, ho
I'm on block right now, wit' that wood, uh
Dracos, Glocks with the switches, and them XDs
Where? I dare a nigga try to test me
I got bitches kissin' bitches on the [?]
I got bitches kissin' bitches on the—, ayy
10-speed, that's what them tweakers ride
Pull up on 'em on the pegs and leave 'em deep fried
10-speed, that's what them tweakers ride
Pull up on 'em, pop-pop, out a Nissan
I done touched a dub in highschool and ma' ain't even know
Prayin' on her knees to the dick, but she a evil ho
He ain't give a fuck about me then, but want a feature, though
He ain't give a fuck about me—, ayy, but want a—, ayy
Steppin' in these Js, don't give a fuck about no Diors
Heard he cuffed that bitch, she doin' dick, she a freak whore
I done touched a fifty in a week, bitch, I need more
Buck-50 cross his cheek, he a rat, we made him bleed more
Hit the scene, polo tees, wit' some fresh ass Mikes
I'm wit' sis' up in this bitch, and she a fresh ass dyke
Give a fuck about yo' gang, bitch, we known to take flight
Uh, you can't fight
Uh, grab pipe
H-HEMI tires screechin' when we pull up on the avenue
I'ma make her choke off a that coke, she took a dab or two
I don't give a fuck about yo' bro, he a faggot too
Splurgin' on that bitch, you a trick, she got me tatted too
Ahahaha
Ayy, let the beat ride, man
Finna' jump back in this bitch, haha
Ayy (30), ayy (gang), ayy (gang), (gang, gang)
It ain't 'bout my son, about no paper, I don't give a fuck
It ain't 'bout my momma' or my gang, then I don't give a fuck
It ain't 'bout my daddy, 'bout no—, then I don't give a fuck
Grimeyy D, we don't give a—, ayy
On my ma', I ain't ever—
I ain't ever even really did no Detroit beat
Ayy, on my ma', I'm finna' get off on this bitch, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
If I leave and don't come back, then give it to my son
Leave Cam the crib, and give P the guns
If I leave and don't come back, then give it to my daughter
Give my momma' half, and give my pops a quarter
If I leave and don't come back, then give it to my gang
Represent my name, don't do this shit for fame
If I leave and don't come back, then—, ayy, ayy
If I leave and don't come—, ayy, ayy
30 Deep the gang, when I was here, that's what I stood for
All these niggas actin' good, but they ain't hood though
Pull up on 'em, pop-pop, wish he would, ho
I'm on block right now, wit' that wood, uh
Dracos, Glocks with the switches, and them XDs
Where? I dare a nigga try to test me
I got bitches kissin' bitches on the [?]
I got bitches kissin' bitches on the—, ayy
10-speed, that's what them tweakers ride
Pull up on 'em on the pegs and leave 'em deep fried
10-speed, that's what them tweakers ride
Pull up on 'em, pop-pop, out a Nissan
I done touched a dub in highschool and ma' ain't even know
Prayin' on her knees to the dick, but she a evil ho
He ain't give a fuck about me then, but want a feature, though
He ain't give a fuck about me—, ayy, but want a—, ayy
Steppin' in these Js, don't give a fuck about no Diors
Heard he cuffed that bitch, she doin' dick, she a freak whore
I done touched a fifty in a week, bitch, I need more
Buck-50 cross his cheek, he a rat, we made him bleed more
Hit the scene, polo tees, wit' some fresh ass Mikes
I'm wit' sis' up in this bitch, and she a fresh ass dyke
Give a fuck about yo' gang, bitch, we known to take flight
Uh, you can't fight
Uh, grab pipe
H-HEMI tires screechin' when we pull up on the avenue
I'ma make her choke off a that coke, she took a dab or two
I don't give a fuck about yo' bro, he a faggot too
Splurgin' on that bitch, you a trick, she got me tatted too
Ahahaha
Ayy, let the beat ride, man
Finna' jump back in this bitch, haha
Ayy (30), ayy (gang), ayy (gang), (gang, gang)
It ain't 'bout my son, about no paper, I don't give a fuck
It ain't 'bout my momma' or my gang, then I don't give a fuck
It ain't 'bout my daddy, 'bout no—, then I don't give a fuck
Grimeyy D, we don't give a—, ayy
