Jayy Grams, Smoke DZA, Nym Lo - Follow the Leader lyrics

I don't like none of these people up here
And I'm gon' tell ya sooner or later
We gon' get what we came up here for

Uh
I got some paper on me, and an arsenal too
They paint houses and they do
Their own carpentry too
Fresh hammers out the boxes
What they often would use
Not talking racquet deals when I say
They put a contract on you (Really)
Uh, mask up, the pole got lasers
Professional homе invaders, they only favors
Marksmen, no attachmеnts, and no relation
Was it a hit or a
Accident? It was a combination
Uh, shit I handle things hands-free
Wherever the chips fall, I got it from A to Z
Delusional niggas
The land of the make-believe
Watch how you talk unless you
Ain't afraid to leave

I don't care who you with we gon' get you you
Saw what we did to them and everyone in this

Yeah i'm a different species
You can enlist my feces in the Hall of Fame
When I'm hardly strained
And taunt you weaklings
Never the sauce you geekin'
You drippin' faucets, nauseous
Hardly take precautions
And now you caught in this coffin griefin'
Let me get off the deep-end
I'm rehabilitated when a OG give you game
Proceed to innovate it we be gettin' faded
Put the P's and Q's on any hater
Von and Halo need a gram to draw
Then I'm a illustrator
I stimulate the neighbors if they
Can encrypt the data and they be bumpin'
Playin' every single bit like SEGA
And this the genesis
We could've prevented this
We sin in this life
You never know when it finishes
Homies with sentences
He had the snow on the train
He called the product "Lomachenko" 'cause
The blow from Ukraine (KO)
Throw us in chains for shit that's
In they nose and they veins
But they ain't exercising rights
They doin' aerobics and things (yeah)
Nigga, bitch

I'll beat your ass the way I
Beat her ass a long
Time ago but, you can't do that you hit me
I'm gon' hit you back

Yo patchwork, then the rack stuff the nose
(Lord)
Fish bowlin' in the 7, look like bus windows
If I text you that we goin' out the party
And us 30's hanging out, then we got beef
So bring the extendos
Drug sales in the store, we got 'caine to go
Plus that Molly down the isle
Like I'm Jalen Rose
I got money on my mind, it invades my flow
(Cash) and these whores are all over
They invade my clothes
What the fuck you gon' do with Lo? (Nothin')
I already punished the block, now the studio
(Fact)
When I'm in next year shit I maneuver slow
Shorty, your car is downstairs
Don't let that Uber go (Fuck out here)
Listen, dawg, you fuckin' with the nicest
(Nicest) young, rich nigga out the
Country on the island (Right)
Haul off the pills that got
Them liftin' up their eyelids
I don't even want it
I just pick it up and buy shit (Cash)
I'm 'bout to buy a building by mistake, bitch
That's the kind of bills I got to play with
(Broke ass nigga)
Uh, these niggas ain't real
They on some fake shit
If you ain't gettin' money
Then don't say shit, lord

If you don't like me, like I said before
Then rFC