She's been wearing tight clothes,
so I can recognize her yokes
She's trying to take me down,
but she's been goosing all my folks
She's trying to get to him,
to get to him, to get to me
But I've got 20 -20 vision,
bitch, I can see
You say, hey, if I want Dre,
I must first get in the circle
I heard he likes them half -way dykes,
them backwood blunts with purple
First you goose, Ryler,
said let's keep this on the under
Scrolled through his fuckin' phone
and got my beeper number
But the number A was faulty,
that's when you called up Kilo
Gave him some bomb jaw,
said keep this on the D -low
Not knowing what was going on,
Kilo called me from your phone
Now it's on, ain't you wrong
You won't leave me the hell alone,
leave me alone
Will you, bitch, leave me alone?
Can you, leave me alone?
Come on, bitch, leave me alone
Well check it out, it goes like this
I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss
I'm in the lab, cook a cookin' up bitch
Got 36 bars, wanted 36 zips
It flipped so quick,
I'm a witness to this
Tryin' to get this package and shit
I'm not crackin' my whip,
I'm not answerin' shit
Check my celly, got 36 myths
Shit, my B .M. was pissed
Probably think I'm in a bitch,
got Lil Mix ridin'
My dick dick thighs and some hips
I'm thinkin' highs and some rips
Turn it up, my headphones low,
back to the tips
Tryin' to remind the other
nigga on the grind
And the hood rats call him all the time
Tryin' to find if he really out
pumpin' them dimes
That lil' mama tryna just buy my time,
bitch leave me alone
Bitch, leave me alone
Quit callin' my phone,
bitch leave me alone
Leave me alone
Bitch
You