Aasim, Wize G - I'm Leavin lyrics

Uh, uh, uh how you fuck around with it?
I'm just gon' play it uh

I'm leavin', no more Diddy
Okay I'm lyin', nigga, I'm as loyal as Biggie
I'm gritty, I'm shitty, I gets busy
And for niggas it's a
Wrizzy, word to my nigga Wizzy
The concrete walker, open up the coroner van
Once again, the rebirth of soldier
The cold world is colder
And you niggas guardin' snakes to a cobra
I strike like a Iraq fight, nigga
I'm that type
Nigga, I'm that type, I'm much bolder
I'm a Hummer, mixed with a Range Rover
This is the same one who bought you
Shit slept on over and over
Citizen jeans on, thermal and a skully
I'm a bully, I'm a business, I'm a barker
Not a biter but, I'll beat you like a baby
If you bother bеin' blinder
I'm a brother worth a billi
But you silly little suckеrs
Gon' suffer tryna kill me
I'm a trucker drive a milli
Pounds of illi through your city
'til you feel me, call me Aas'
Call me the God, call me all of the above
Show no pity and I'm so, so for really
That's why I'm like a lion out the
Jungle of Swahili, and that's not even a city
It's a language
I do damage like a savage with a appetite
The rate pillars plunder and I'm
Sicker than a parasite
I am Cain, I am not the same
Nigga, I have changed, I could end the game
Knamean?

Yo, yo wize G, get 'em

And that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Gangsta, gutta shit, Aasim, I'm lovin' it
You know Wize G came to bang, nigga
Fuck with a million, might lose your brain
Nigga oS official supplyin'
I'm givin' em the real
These other dudes officially lyin'
I'm here to put a skirt up
These hoes I ain't ever been
Scared to let it go
So you could run a mouth and I'll let it blow
Oh, and that's word to Jesus
We strip niggas naked, boy, please
Believe us you see the tools'll cause
Your jewels come off
Or you fuckin' run so fast
Your shoes come off, believe me
You see me, boy, you see the real deal
I'll punch him right dead in his grill
Now if this ain't talkin' tough
This is tellin' it like it is
You see me, better handle your biz
Niggas see me on the streets 'cause
I'm there on the daily
G-lock work good the blicker don't fail me
I said blicker don't fail me now
I need you, I'm about to go spank this clown
Once I pull it out, gun' 'em up
I don't care with his son or what
He's gettin' zipped up or he
Gettin' his tummy tucked
And that's how the story ends
Catch me next time, for now I'm
Still swervin' in a Benz, catch up