Leaving Flemings

[Intro: Big Sad 1900]
(420 Tie—)
Yeah, yeah
I'm like twelve songs in tonight, man
I think this like thirteen or something, you know what I'm saying?
Fourteen or some shit like that
Yeah
Ayy

[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
We in the whip pullin' out, we leaving Fleming's
Who wanna tell me why these bitches in they feelings?
Like, what's the mission? Let's go and get a million
Let's hit the streets in the Lamb' and make a killing
I'm just a street nigga, you know how I'm living
You know how I'm coming, you know how I did it
Bitch niggas hatin', rap niggas snitching
I'm at the top, lil' nigga, you can't visit

[Verse: Big Sad 1900]
Yeah, look, I got all the killers on my team, they think we stupid
We the ones do the ass kickin' and get ruthlеss
I be with the gangsters in my sеction, we be moving
Check 'em off like Nike, lil' nigga, just go and do it
I be goin' crazy, they feel like I'ma make it
You don't got nothin' I want or I'ma take it
SRT Jeep, we come through, we be racing
Had to put some Louis on that bitch 'cause she was basic
Running circles 'round these niggas, so they don't like us
Run it up, we can catch a fade, who wanna fight us?
These bitches off the Patrón, they all hyped up
Call T Baby, let her know I need a line up
We in the coupe, drop the top, this a 'Vette
Sixty thousand for the watch, a Rolex
Gave me her number, I sent her a no text
Bitch, I'm a boss, I don't need no sex

[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
We in the whip pullin' out, we leaving Fleming's
Who wanna tell me why these bitches in they feelings?
Like, what's the mission? Let's go and get a million
Let's hit the streets in the Lamb' and make a killing
I'm just a street nigga, you know how I'm living
You know how I'm coming, you know how I did it
Bitch niggas hatin', rap niggas snitching
I'm at the top, lil' nigga, you can't visit

[Verse 2: Blueflag 1900]
Knockin' niggas off, hoes choosin' up with Lou
S 580 or the matte black coupe
Status came back and they said you never true
Drunk so much lean, I could never get the flu
Free my twin, I can't wait 'til the day he come home
Lost my day one, now I gotta slide alone
Gotta press five every time the jail call my phone
Little crim told on baby crim, man, the world is cold
Can't tell my lil' homies to slide if you ain't send no shots
Pops askin' why my Sprite purple, it's a dirty pop
Lil' mama had to show her traps, had to kick rocks
I got a new bitch now, we makin' pitstops
We don't wanna hear that rah-rah, nigga, go and do it
Better not touch a nigga or this shit'll get foolish
Got my gun everywhere, my moms think a nigga stupid
Get crackin' on them niggas, leave them niggas clueless

[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
We in the whip pullin' out, we leaving Fleming's
Who wanna tell me why these bitches in they feelings?
Like, what's the mission? Let's go and get a million
Let's hit the streets in the Lamb' and make a killing
I'm just a street nigga, you know how I'm living
You know how I'm coming, you know how I did it
Bitch niggas hatin', rap niggas snitching
I'm at the top, lil' nigga, you can't visit