Jay Worthy, Larry June - Leave It Up To Me lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jay Worthy, Larry June - Leave It Up To Me lyrics]
(Leave it up to me, oh)
(Leave it up to me, oh)
Leave it up to you, a nigga probably be broke
I wouldn't have no motherfuckin'
Wocky to pour
I wouldn't own a GS and a mini condo
I had to switch my hustle
Up 'cause rappin' pay more
Advancement into streamin' like I
Had five hoes
'Cause the stress, it was eatin' me alive
No doubt turned out fucked up and nearly
Burned down my house
Started sellin' weaves and that's
With Freeway Rick
It felt good makin' a hundred K all legit
It felt good when I told
The homies no more licks
Gotta watch my back, put my ho on the strip
Road trip after trip, I'm like
"One more brick" but fuck that
I done really changed my life for the better
Balenciaga jacket, no more Polo sweater
Ain't seen a winter in years
Like I travel for pleasure it's Worthy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh, numbers, math
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
White tee smellin' like coke
Fumes from the kitchen
Hit the road in the rain
Help me blend in in it
No pain, no gain, so we took them risks
I'm paranoid when I stay at the crib
I'm out the way with the bitch
Palms itchin', mind racin'
Dope dealin', niggas tellin'
Pillowcase hold the shells from the MAC 11
Way before this rap shit
We was livin' reckless
Art pieces on my walls, sentimental value
I've invested in myself
Took a lot of chances
Store fronts in the city, movin' calculated
Twenty-four karat gold in a hidden safe
But we just gettin' started
We need more ways
Still dealin' with some shit
Can't really explain and when my time come
They gon' label me great
Livin' life fast, but makin' a way it's June
Uh, uh, numbers ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Math, check me out numbers, yeah
(Leave it up to me, oh)
Leave it up to you, a nigga probably be broke
I wouldn't have no motherfuckin'
Wocky to pour
I wouldn't own a GS and a mini condo
I had to switch my hustle
Up 'cause rappin' pay more
Advancement into streamin' like I
Had five hoes
'Cause the stress, it was eatin' me alive
No doubt turned out fucked up and nearly
Burned down my house
Started sellin' weaves and that's
With Freeway Rick
It felt good makin' a hundred K all legit
It felt good when I told
The homies no more licks
Gotta watch my back, put my ho on the strip
Road trip after trip, I'm like
"One more brick" but fuck that
I done really changed my life for the better
Balenciaga jacket, no more Polo sweater
Ain't seen a winter in years
Like I travel for pleasure it's Worthy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh, numbers, math
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
White tee smellin' like coke
Fumes from the kitchen
Hit the road in the rain
Help me blend in in it
No pain, no gain, so we took them risks
I'm paranoid when I stay at the crib
I'm out the way with the bitch
Palms itchin', mind racin'
Dope dealin', niggas tellin'
Pillowcase hold the shells from the MAC 11
Way before this rap shit
We was livin' reckless
Art pieces on my walls, sentimental value
I've invested in myself
Took a lot of chances
Store fronts in the city, movin' calculated
Twenty-four karat gold in a hidden safe
But we just gettin' started
We need more ways
Still dealin' with some shit
Can't really explain and when my time come
They gon' label me great
Livin' life fast, but makin' a way it's June
Uh, uh, numbers ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Math, check me out numbers, yeah