Tana - Get Off the Leash lyrics
Steven Lewis
[Tana - Get Off the Leash lyrics]
I don't think I understand mm-mm, yeah
Ayy, yeah, what, yeah
Stop playin' with me and lil Luis, man
Just got off the five M, Hahaha
Stop with that shit, man
Nah, they ain't even knowin'
Bout the leash man, Gotta get off that
Backwoods on the case
Backwood smoke it to the face
I'm not one of these little boys, I
Will really kill one of y'all niggas, Man
I had to get off the leash
I had to block her and then go delete
Me and Luis used to sleep in the street
Smoke gas, go to sleep, and repeat
Hit her raw and then I
Don't clean the sheets
Hit her, kick her out, and then go to sleep
Wake up count some money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off the leash and then go
So many times I could've killed yo' bro
So many times I could have smoked his pack
So many times yo' girl was rubbin' my back
So many times I could've stole yo' pack
Called up lil' Maajins told him
"Send me a pack" i kept it real cause I
Can't fold on my slatt
You kept it fake, I heard
You told and you rat, Gang
I got off the leash
Told that boy to get lost
I got yo' bitch favorite song on TikTok
I'm in yo' house posted wit' a big Glock
I got a shooter, he
Lookin' like BabySantana
He kinda little with some dreadlocks
Glock 19 wit' a beam at ya headtop
Pull out the AK-47, aim it at you
That's a dead opp
And I got that lil nigga wonderin', like
"What is this shit on my
Head?" It's a red dot
And I wouldn't go fuck on
That bitch but I'm gettin'
That throat cause that ho' give the best top
I'm finna slide on that nigga
Three times wit' the K
Think I'm in the Klan
Bitch, I got a Glock 9, make him rewind
Got a fuckboy pissin' his pants
If you tryna fuck, damn, you outta luck
Had to tell that bitch she
Ain't got a chance
Slide into yo' hood, nigga, like
"What's good?"
What's up in this wood? Nigga
That's yo' mans
What's up in this wood? Nigga
That's yo' brother damn, I got a cutter
You know my Glock got a dick, yo' Glock
Got a dick, no Lil Nas X
They fuckin' each other
And I'm not finna cap, I'm not with
The funs, let's put down the guns
Let's see who is tougher
And I'm not finna cap, ya mom is a slut
Might pop out the cut and fuck on ya mother
And I'm not finna cap, when I hit from
The back, that shit was a act
I'm yvngxchris Tucker
And I'm not finna cap, post
Up in the trap, bitch
I got the strap but yvngxchris tuck her
(What?) you get it?
(Nah) But my nigga
That shit was simple (Okay)
I heard that lil nigga got
Class, in a second
I might give him early dismissal (Okay)
And I really be lovin' my damn AK but
I might hit his ass with the pistol (Okay)
And I might go hit him with the TEC
Like a ref when he blowin' the whistle
(Like okay, bitch)
Ayy, yeah, what, yeah
Stop playin' with me and lil Luis, man
Just got off the five M, Hahaha
Stop with that shit, man
Nah, they ain't even knowin'
Bout the leash man, Gotta get off that
Backwoods on the case
Backwood smoke it to the face
I'm not one of these little boys, I
Will really kill one of y'all niggas, Man
I had to get off the leash
I had to block her and then go delete
Me and Luis used to sleep in the street
Smoke gas, go to sleep, and repeat
Hit her raw and then I
Don't clean the sheets
Hit her, kick her out, and then go to sleep
Wake up count some money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off the leash and then go
So many times I could've killed yo' bro
So many times I could have smoked his pack
So many times yo' girl was rubbin' my back
So many times I could've stole yo' pack
Called up lil' Maajins told him
"Send me a pack" i kept it real cause I
Can't fold on my slatt
You kept it fake, I heard
You told and you rat, Gang
I got off the leash
Told that boy to get lost
I got yo' bitch favorite song on TikTok
I'm in yo' house posted wit' a big Glock
I got a shooter, he
Lookin' like BabySantana
He kinda little with some dreadlocks
Glock 19 wit' a beam at ya headtop
Pull out the AK-47, aim it at you
That's a dead opp
And I got that lil nigga wonderin', like
"What is this shit on my
Head?" It's a red dot
And I wouldn't go fuck on
That bitch but I'm gettin'
That throat cause that ho' give the best top
I'm finna slide on that nigga
Three times wit' the K
Think I'm in the Klan
Bitch, I got a Glock 9, make him rewind
Got a fuckboy pissin' his pants
If you tryna fuck, damn, you outta luck
Had to tell that bitch she
Ain't got a chance
Slide into yo' hood, nigga, like
"What's good?"
What's up in this wood? Nigga
That's yo' mans
What's up in this wood? Nigga
That's yo' brother damn, I got a cutter
You know my Glock got a dick, yo' Glock
Got a dick, no Lil Nas X
They fuckin' each other
And I'm not finna cap, I'm not with
The funs, let's put down the guns
Let's see who is tougher
And I'm not finna cap, ya mom is a slut
Might pop out the cut and fuck on ya mother
And I'm not finna cap, when I hit from
The back, that shit was a act
I'm yvngxchris Tucker
And I'm not finna cap, post
Up in the trap, bitch
I got the strap but yvngxchris tuck her
(What?) you get it?
(Nah) But my nigga
That shit was simple (Okay)
I heard that lil nigga got
Class, in a second
I might give him early dismissal (Okay)
And I really be lovin' my damn AK but
I might hit his ass with the pistol (Okay)
And I might go hit him with the TEC
Like a ref when he blowin' the whistle
(Like okay, bitch)