Kyle Richh, Jerry West - Leave Me Alone lyrics

(Elvis) (Damn, YP, you mixed this?)
Glah (Jetz, cookin')
(Aye, Minaj, kill 'em) leave me alone
She like
"'Kyle I'm in love with your song"
Thumb in her butt, I'm in love with her more
I'ma dive baby, you should've known, like
She a baddie, clutchin' the chrome
That bitch a thot, she gon'
Fuck with the troll, what?

Know Deady, she geekin'
She dead on the floor

Th-thumb in her butt, one hand on her titty
Off the 'migos, she tryna get jiggy
Love on no thotties, just keep me a city
Let it fly like the fourth of July
Stev-Stevie Wonder, shoot at his eye
Fuckin' your bitch and I don't even try
I just spin, I don't gotta go live
Shoot like I'm Curry, I'm lettin' it fly

If I miss, I'm sendin' out more
Brown skin baddie, your booty is soft, what?
Pass me the deuce, I up it in public
Won't stop 'til he dead on the floor
He got shot, he was tryna be down
You know my bitch, you just gettin' a round
Beef-beef to your face, you a clown
You not 41, I don't care how it sound
And-and fuck all the opps, they losers
I know the real, you was never a ooter
On court, I'm a ooter like Luka
Runnin' and duckin', got hit in his 'dulla
Get booked, she gon' pay for my bail
My bitch a baddie, I pay for her nails
She a demon, she shoot from Chanel
How you runnin'? Don't trip, nigga fell
She a thot, let me nut on her sweater
I'm in that pussy, I'm makin' it wetter
What, I'm on that block with
A Glock for them opps
Spin through that, came with Beretta
You a opp? Stay as a opp
Shoot at the sky, but the sun never stop
If I click, I shoot, I don't stop
Free all my niggas that's stuck on the rock
Like, no she just a regular leg
He tryna run, he got hit in his head
She a virgin, hittin' it gently
Mixed it with tot', that's unlimited deaths
You not a demon, stop postin' that gun
How you live and still never spun?
You on my dick, but you not 41
My bitch, she gon' shoot at your bun
Tie your laces, nigga gon' run
Niggas get mad 'cause they hate and I won
She-She a thot, makin' her cum
Dotty a dummy, that boy in a blunt
Spin through, now he runnin' and duckin'
Brodie throw five, I'ma send out a dozen
Spin through, now he runnin' and duckin'
Brodie throw five, I'ma send out a dozen

Thumb in her butt, one hand on her titty
Off the 'migos, she tryna get jiggy
Love on no thotties, just keep me a city
Let it fly like the fourth of July, what?
Stevie Wonder, shoot at his eye
Fuckin' your bitch and I don't even try
I just spin, I don't gotta go live
Shoot like I'm Curry, I'm lettin' it fly

Elvis aye Minaj, kill 'em
You not 41, I don't care how it sound