"Leave Em Stretched (Freestyle)" lyrics
I came in the club with pippi longstockin, the drum hangin
Silly opp, now he DOA, cuz he was pump fakin
Sped off in the Rolls Royce Dawn, look, there's no Wraith here
I'm a liability, the switch on me, I'm so dangerous
You sneak dissin, you better hang it up, like a coat hanger
Niggas die every day, B, and I'm a soul snatcher
A toe tagger, put Randy donut holes up in his 4matic
Put his high school picture on the TV, it was so tragic
[?] that was be for you went and got so tatted
No longer, went partyin at Ruth's Chris and wrote a song after
Why so many police with him, I don't understand
If I let the K off he probly get up on the stand
I'm from California, I'm a nigga in demand
Ill leave a nigga hangin from a tree, this the Klan
I let my kids ball, I'm Mr. T up in the stands
There goes Drakeo the Ruler, niggas peein in they pants
LJ, MJ, 2 23's up in my hand
Niggas sweet as butter cups, you left a Reese's on the gram
The incident report said, "he left feces on the ground"
I left a mess in aisle 5, bitch, clean it up again
I been droppin piles my whole life, it ain't nothing
I hit a nigga wit the K, I don't scuffle
From what I heard, he got Frito-Lay-ed and left Ruffles
I'm from south central la, can't no nigga tell me nothin'
Pulled up in the Dawn, but my Rover got sport
Its a autobiography, run up on it, you get torched
Sideshow bob, I coulda went and bought a Masi
Suicidal doors, but my life is kamikaze
Free Kells, free Mels, and again bitch, free Razzi
Purse first, go to work, bitch, put it in my pocket
I came in the club with a drum on me
A hundiddy in the chop, that is one hunnid
Don't be callin on my phone if you don't want nothin
Yea the estimate of shells dropped, is like a phone number
Tape his block off, ain't no if's or but's
Long live Jameon Davis, I keep the semi tucked
Silly opp, now he DOA, cuz he was pump fakin
Sped off in the Rolls Royce Dawn, look, there's no Wraith here
I'm a liability, the switch on me, I'm so dangerous
You sneak dissin, you better hang it up, like a coat hanger
Niggas die every day, B, and I'm a soul snatcher
A toe tagger, put Randy donut holes up in his 4matic
Put his high school picture on the TV, it was so tragic
[?] that was be for you went and got so tatted
No longer, went partyin at Ruth's Chris and wrote a song after
Why so many police with him, I don't understand
If I let the K off he probly get up on the stand
I'm from California, I'm a nigga in demand
Ill leave a nigga hangin from a tree, this the Klan
I let my kids ball, I'm Mr. T up in the stands
There goes Drakeo the Ruler, niggas peein in they pants
LJ, MJ, 2 23's up in my hand
Niggas sweet as butter cups, you left a Reese's on the gram
The incident report said, "he left feces on the ground"
I left a mess in aisle 5, bitch, clean it up again
I been droppin piles my whole life, it ain't nothing
I hit a nigga wit the K, I don't scuffle
From what I heard, he got Frito-Lay-ed and left Ruffles
I'm from south central la, can't no nigga tell me nothin'
Pulled up in the Dawn, but my Rover got sport
Its a autobiography, run up on it, you get torched
Sideshow bob, I coulda went and bought a Masi
Suicidal doors, but my life is kamikaze
Free Kells, free Mels, and again bitch, free Razzi
Purse first, go to work, bitch, put it in my pocket
I came in the club with a drum on me
A hundiddy in the chop, that is one hunnid
Don't be callin on my phone if you don't want nothin
Yea the estimate of shells dropped, is like a phone number
Tape his block off, ain't no if's or but's
Long live Jameon Davis, I keep the semi tucked
