Told Ya
Leesta
Told Ya Lyrics
[Intro]
Slatt
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
My gun hold hollow tips
My bitch got a brand new whip
In the Maserati, doing 120
And my shooter on the Wraith, got a clip
And I'm taking the gas straight to my lungs
And I'm keeping the gas, I've got a ton
Turn a bag, make it bag next month
Run up on me, lil' boy, you done
Yeah, when I'm in the stu', got a glick
I'ma take your grandma, take your bitch
Got a Kel-Tec, I keep it up by my hip
Ride around, can't take my Mazi, might drive it off a cliff
And I got pounds, finna smoke some
I'm a big slime, might sauce 'em
I'm a Glo boy, call me Sosa
And I'm finna blow up, I told ya
[Verse]
I told you so, I feel like (?)
We got lean and Cheetos
Boy, you don't know Lee, no you don't know me
But your girl want me
My cousin, I feel like I lead the country
I got demons, they still haunt me
I've got so much cash in front of me
I can't make up my mind on what to do
Had to tell a girl "I don't want you"
You a peon, don't notice you
I'm a global boy, I'm hitting my Juul
Posted the bag with your bitch now
Don't text her, she gon' throw a fit now
Got bands, told Momma "I'm rich now"
Got racks and we sliding through with big amounts
Everyone I fuck with coming up with me
Say you got a problem, we gon' leave it in the streets
And my dog, he a pit, might let him off the leash
I'm a big dog, strap this F&N in my reach
You ain't fuckin' with me, that's facts
Spend a whole bag at Saks
Your girlfriend probably in my motherfuckin' Snap
Full winter my coat, Margiela my jacket
[Chorus]
My gun hold hollow tips
My bitch got a brand new whip
In the Maserati, doing 120
And my shooter on the Wraith, got a clip
And I'm taking the gas straight to my lungs
And I'm keeping the gas, I've got a ton
Turn a bag, make it bag next month
Run up on me, lil' boy, you done
Yeah, when I'm in the stu', got a glick
I'ma take your grandma, take your bitch
Got a Kel-Tec, I keep it up by my hip
Ride around, can't take my Mazi, might drive it off a cliff
And I got pounds, finna smoke some
I'm a big slime, might sauce 'em
I'm a Glo boy, call me Sosa
And I'm finna blow up, I told ya