Rapid Siren

Bread, they got Skittles,

Vert

Uh-huh,

yeah

Yeah

Sheesh

We got that soft sellin' more than the hard Yeah

I am a Leo,

got traits like a Cancer I am from Philly,

thought I was Atlanta Slatt out on these hoes,

got three like I'm Santa I don't drink no lean,

put a Perc' in the Fanta Treat these bitches like cars,

not one I can't handle First gun I had,

it ain't come with a handle Lit like a Bic,

you get whipped like a brick And I brought me a trap

and it came with a candle (yeah)

Hidin' my drugs just right in the panel Run from the cops,

I'm takin' a gamble Most of my niggas tryna get rich off

Fanduel Bitch, I'm so slimy,

fuck wifey and bandos All of my shooters get chicken like Nando's

Shoot full of Uzi,

never run out of ammo Fall in these thots and they dead

in one damn show I cannot fuck with her,

she not a bad ho Inside this frog eye bitch feel like

a tadpole Had me in rehab,

I was smokin' Marlboro Had me a redbone but I like a

dark ho I'm off these drugs,

the reason that my heart slow Spikes in my hair,

these ain't wigs, feel like Naruto Runnin' from plug got me good

in my cardio We stickin' shit like my name Leonardo She give

me head like some braids with a part,

though Zip up my jacket,

I drill in an Arc' though My judge,

he can't catch me because I got two phones First one in

Philly with Glocky was two-tone Most of my bitches,

they battle with hormones Really don't know where I'm at,

I got four homes I'm a real rockstar,

don't wear no Dior homes I still keep talkin' and they'll get

scored on I don't play no sports but you probably get scored

on

I am a Leo,

got traits like a Cancer I am from Philly,

thought I was Atlanta Slatt out on these hoes,

got three like I'm Santa I don't drink no lean,

put a Perc' in the Fanta Treat these bitches like cars,

not one I can't handle First gun I had,

it ain't come with a handle Lit like a Bic,

you get whipped like a brick And I brought me a trap

and it came with a candle (yeah)

Brought me a trackhawk,

I ain't want a Hellcat Lil Uzi Vert,

I got rich off them hell raps Now a lil' nigga just

feelin' so godly I feel like Black Papi,

just ask where the bells at Cuttin' up white 'til the eyes

tear like onions Dryin' out circles in bags like they Funyuns This

bitch can't come to my house,

to the dungeon Only when nothin',

I tell her I'm comin' I remember when they said I would

be nothin' That little bank account really ain't money Every bitch out

here like pill, they be bustin' Basically sayin' no matter who guffin'

Stove top don't work then we cook in the oven Feel like

I'm B but we whippin' that Justin I whip the work 'til

the pot, it get crusty I'm in the trap until I'm smellin'

musty First gun I had had no handle,

was rusty I am too sneaky,

lil' nigga, don't trust me No bustin' 'round,

told 'em they cannot touch me I been the shit ever since

was in Huggies Basically sayin' no bitch cannot hug me It's probably

fuck you if you ain't tryna fuck me I'm on the corner

like them boys from Ugly 'Fore I had money,

she said I was ugly

I am a Leo,

got traits like a Cancer I am from Philly,

thought I was Atlanta Slatt out on these hoes,

got three like I'm Santa I don't drink no lean,

put a Perc' in the Fanta Treat these bitches like cars,

not one I can't handle First gun I had,

it ain't come with a handle Lit like a Bic,

you get whipped like a brick And I brought me a trap

and it came with a candle (yeah)

Yeah