"Left Behind" lyrics
Bali Baby & Solo Egyptian Lyrics
It's Solo
Better hide your ho
La la la la la
La la la la la
We turnt lil ho
Time to let them know
Left behind for sure
Cause if you hating on the kid
Then they got to go
Oh no
Let them feel the pole
They say I do too much
I'm just smoking dope
I overload
My backwoods for sure
On to some tour life shit
Stay on the go
Cause we rock for sure
Cause we rock for sure
Ain't putting money
In my pockets
Oh no
I got to go
We can't talk no more
When they ask me
Where I'm from
I just let them know
You already know
7 0 4
Out in Orlando
Posted up
I'm just counting dough
Trying to make it grow
Trying to make some more
If you not talking bout money
Oh no na no
I got to go
You talking low
And if you think
Bout popping shit
I'll let you know
Pull up at your door
Shooting at your nose
You can not
Keep up with me
You moving slow
Got designer clothes
Everywhere you don't
And you feeling
Like a drug
Like I'm smoking dope
Without you I choke
Like a line of coal
Cause if you hating on the kid
Then they got to go
Oh no
Let them feel the pole
They say I do too much
I'm just smoking dope
I overload
My backwoods for sure
On to some tour life shit
Stay on the go
Cause we rock for sure
Cause we rock for sure
Ain't putting money
In my pockets
Oh no
I got to go
We can't talk no more
Don't want to hear
About that bitch
She is not my ho
Can't trust these ho's
I don't play no more
Do the dash
On these niggas
They can't follow
They just some trolls
But they moving slow
And if you hating on the kid
Then they got to go
Oh no
Let them feel the pole
Ain't putting money
In my pockets
Oh no
I got to go
We can't talk no more
Better hide your ho
La la la la la
La la la la la
We turnt lil ho
Time to let them know
Left behind for sure
Cause if you hating on the kid
Then they got to go
Oh no
Let them feel the pole
They say I do too much
I'm just smoking dope
I overload
My backwoods for sure
On to some tour life shit
Stay on the go
Cause we rock for sure
Cause we rock for sure
Ain't putting money
In my pockets
Oh no
I got to go
We can't talk no more
When they ask me
Where I'm from
I just let them know
You already know
7 0 4
Out in Orlando
Posted up
I'm just counting dough
Trying to make it grow
Trying to make some more
If you not talking bout money
Oh no na no
I got to go
You talking low
And if you think
Bout popping shit
I'll let you know
Pull up at your door
Shooting at your nose
You can not
Keep up with me
You moving slow
Got designer clothes
Everywhere you don't
And you feeling
Like a drug
Like I'm smoking dope
Without you I choke
Like a line of coal
Cause if you hating on the kid
Then they got to go
Oh no
Let them feel the pole
They say I do too much
I'm just smoking dope
I overload
My backwoods for sure
On to some tour life shit
Stay on the go
Cause we rock for sure
Cause we rock for sure
Ain't putting money
In my pockets
Oh no
I got to go
We can't talk no more
Don't want to hear
About that bitch
She is not my ho
Can't trust these ho's
I don't play no more
Do the dash
On these niggas
They can't follow
They just some trolls
But they moving slow
And if you hating on the kid
Then they got to go
Oh no
Let them feel the pole
Ain't putting money
In my pockets
Oh no
I got to go
We can't talk no more
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Kaitlin Fletcher, Solo Egyptian
