lirik lagu leesta – system
[intro]
chai!
hehe!
[chorus]
sippin’ on wock, no liquor in my system
they can smoke on bands right now, no, i won’t miss ’em
you talk sh-t like you did somethin’
beam on the strap, we hit some
hoes on my line tryna hit some
you’re tweetin’ like a lil’ b-tch, son
and i spaz on the track like, “sh-t, son!”
you copyin’ me, you my lil’ son
girl on my phone, they vixens
car full of tech, i’m gettin’ drunk
my shoes cost a band
got kel-tecs in both hands
got drums like i’m in a band
ridin’ with sticks in a sprinter van
[verse 1]
murakami, pillows all over my couch
on a few of them, now i’m finna tweak out
and i got a bag i gotta count
and i got a shooter on top of my house
i was down, no one helped me out
now i got a big bag, had to change my route
black gloves with a strap
keep a shooter, no cap
i don’t talk on my phone ’cause of that
talk down, we gon’ leave you in the water like zack
got bands when i pull up in the ghost, all black
got a tec, i might pull up and hit ’em with all that
got bands, when i spend it, i’m spendin’ the whole stack
you ain’t touchin’ me, lil’ boy, that’s facts
[verse 2]
why you tryna f-ck with me, lil’ boy, you know that i’m the goat
spent a whole bag on a moncler coat
and i got a moncler hoe, she gon’ wear it in the house
say i’m not havin’ shooters, don’t claim some sh-t you don’t know about
you don’t know me, boy, you don’t know lee
you just know lil’ leesta from 2019
with a bag on me
but i used to have nothin’, no money on me
no new clothes on me
now i got bags like groceries
now the lil’ hoes all on go for me
i put cameras outside of my home in the trees
that’s ’cause i cannot trust no one
run up on me, best keep a big gun
i just made twenty whole bands in a month
and i’m the big dad, these lil’ rappers sons
say hi to your pops
i blow a big bag when i shop
you can even see it at the time on my watch
say that i’m lyin’, finna blow and then watch
[chorus]
sippin’ on wock, no liquor in my system
they can smoke on bands right now, no, i won’t miss ’em
you talk sh-t like you did somethin’
beam on the strap, we hit some
hoes on my line tryna hit some
you’re tweetin’ like a little b-tch, son
and i spaz on the track like, “sh-t, son!”
you copyin’ me, you my lil’ son
girls on my phone, they vixens
car full of tech, i’m gettin’ drunk
my shoes cost a band
got kel-tecs in both hands
got drums like i’m in a band
ridin’ with sticks in a sprinter van
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