Leaving the Coast

[Intro]
Coast to coast
On the coast
Bad bitches wanna know how
Go
We got chains from em’
We got chains and they all Chrome
Finna ride for my
I’ma ride for my bitch and my bro

[Chorus]
I put armor on my car 'cause bitches plottin’ (Let’s go)
I know they mad at me 'cause they actin’ out of pocket (The fuck?)
The way I add my numbers up, they call me Mr. Accountant (Count it, count it)
I know she'd hold me down if, down if I had no options (And I know that)
My baby, she really my baby
VVS-cut goin’ crazy
Really I did it, none of my Prada outdated
Skippin’ on these bitches like I'm speed dating (Skrt)
In the Hellcat with the 380
I’m Leesta, I’m not Lee, baby, yeah
Balmain the jeans baby, yeah

[Verse]
Know they switchin’ up like еvery single day, therе ain’t no solidity (Na)
Talkin’ 'bout goats, man, I’m the epitome (Talk about, yeah)
Talkin’ 'bout balls, two bitches gon' lick for me
I got a bag on me, switchin' my energy
Pray that my bro don’t go federal
Pounds goin’ get him in the penitentiary (Yeah, yeah)
All my opps could die, I don’t got no sympathy (Ah, ah)
Smoking gelato, this shit be my remedy (Let’s go, let’s go)
And if you ain’t with me, considered an enemy (Considered an enemy)
I got the money and bitches to spend for me (Spend for me)
She wanna know, how is we gon' maintain a relationship when I’m out on the road?
To be real, I don’t know
Stay on my P’s and Q’s but I smoke out the P or the O
Boy, I’m fuckin’ her face, finna skeet in her throat
In LA for a day then I’m leaving the coast
I got the money to fight
Know that they mad 'cause I run it like Meech
When I fuck from the back, man, I'm slippin' [?]
And I stay with a pint, poured a 6 in the Mist
Know that boy tried to send a lil hit but he missed
Only reason I got rich 'cause I took a lil risk
Man, I post up with Zay and I smoke out the zip
Boy, don't talk out your net, my lil boy got a stick

[Chorus]
I put armor on my car 'cause bitches plottin’ (Let’s go)
I know they mad at me 'cause they actin’ out of pocket (The fuck?)
The way I add my numbers up, they call me Mr. Accountant (Count it, count it)
I know she'd hold me down if, down if I had no options (And I know that)
My baby, she really my baby
VVS-cut goin’ crazy
Really I did it, none of my Prada outdated
Skippin’ on these bitches like I'm speed dating (Skrt)
In the Hellcat with the 380
I’m Leesta, I’m not Lee, baby, yeah
Balmain the jeans baby, yeah (Ay Glazer, I see you)