Leon Bailey

[Verse]

You know the style, baby

Got it popping with the oil, baby

Star from the ghetto like Leon Bailey

So I couldn't give a - if they might rate me

All this water round my neck, they need to ice age me

All this talk that I'm hearing's gonna turn me crazy

Know I'm paranoid, been sleeping with my burner lately

How you chat behind my back and have the nerve to safe me?

It was main road, brrr, I had swerve the lady

Main road, brrr, I had to swerve the traffic

Jump up and pivot like Serena serves in matches

In my day and age, you had to earn the badness

Or learn the trapness, you couldn't swerve the antics

I seen that kid, he froze up like my cursor stranded

Fix my burner for the searches, I got turner tactics

Put my TEC behind the set, true, I heard they're active

DST tryna creep for them early mashes

I taught my chick some of the code words, she know the lingo

I'm in the shower, just shout me if you hear my ringtone

I got the B full of power and the lights brimstone

I been had style since the time I had to wear my plimsoles

I got, I got mad issues, never ever gyal issues

Grew up with my mum and I still ain't got no dad issues

I got trap issues, tryna spend a bag issues

Which one to pick, either forty or the MAC issues

Showtime, you know we're lacing up, you know it's crazy stuff

On a calm day, neck and wrist around eighty buff

I love Jam for life, he was the first man that gave me grub

Now I flick them twenties so much, I'm getting paper cuts

I feel like L'z with my hammer in this Louis set

I'll creep up and shoot with my left like I'm Yuwie, yeah

Scary sight, middle of the night, me and U and Speng

These X-Men turn your Range to a Cooper-S

Still got love for Rose, free my brudda Chrome

I'll treat Shak's kids like my own until my cousin's home

I knew he was a snake, he shown his hand and now his cover's blown

Rifle corn tear flesh and bruck up bone

I'm a star, I ain't got time for no stubborn hoes

Love to moan but can't cook, they probably bun up toast

If you see Gwopz on your block, he ain't bunning toes

Rifle corn tear flesh and bruck up bone