Monaleo - Show You Sum lyrics
[Monaleo - Show You Sum lyrics]
(I'ma do it like that, YB) ayy, stick it up
Yeah, all 'bout my bread, brioche
Get you some money, good girl ayy, bitch
It's Leo, you don't gotta ask
You know it's me (Uh, huh)
Wherever I go, hoes notice me (yeah, yeah)
I don't know one bitch cold as me
(yeah, yeah)
And we can't fuck on camera (Why?)
'Cause it ain't no exposing me
And I don't smoke but I'll roll a
Rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me
Hoes be thinking it's beef
Aight, bet, I'ma show you somethin'
(yeah, yeah) i'ma up with that motherfuckin'
Pole or somethin' (yeah, yeah)
Glock 43 X to your nose or somethin'
Wе seen them shots you was throwin' online
We thought it was funny wе know it's nothing
Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay
(yeah, yeah) better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching (Bitch)
Ayy, I don't have beef with
None of these bitches
These hoes not my opps (Uh)
If the law see a clip
With sticks and beams, no
Them is not my props (The fuck?)
'Cause we got Dracs, AR-15s
Knock a bitch out her socks (Boom, boom)
Stand over a bitch and empty
The clip 'til it click, i'm not gon' stop
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, hoes only hard on Instagram, bitch
Cut that live off (Ho-ho)
Hoes be thinkin' they queen bee 'til I
Come knock they whole damn hive off (Bitch)
'Cause I'll pull up to a rap bitch
Hood, then spray the whole block
Then drive out (Boom)
762 hit her in the middle of her
Chest like a goddamn dry cough
(yeah, yeah, uh huh)
Yeah, we got them sticks
Now we finna rock out (Rock out)
Send me the addy, you know I'ma pop out
(Pop out) pull up to your block
Them shooters gon' hop out (Hop out)
Whenever it's smoke, the opps gone cop out
(What?) you ain't shootin' shit, ho
Put that Glock down (Bitch)
I'm going dumb just like I dropped out
Thinkin' she hard
She gon' get her ass knocked out
You don't want smoke you just want a shoutout
(Pussy bitch)
You don't gotta ask, you know it's me
Wherever I go, hoes notice me (yeah, yeah)
I don't know one bitch cold as me (Uh, huh)
And we can't fuck on camera (Why?)
'Cause it ain't no exposing me
And I don't smoke but I'll roll a
Rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me
(yeah, yeah) hoes be thinking it's beef
Aight, bet, I'ma show you somethin'
I'ma up with that motherfuckin'
Pole or somethin' (yeah, yeah)
Glock 43 X to your nose or somethin' (yeah)
We seen them shots you was throwin' online
We thought it was funny we know it's nothing
Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay
(yeah, ayy) better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching (Bitch)
My team don't like when I go
To the mall all by myself
I told 'em don't worry
Ayy, 'cause if a ho play at
McDonalds, I'ma gun her down
Then get a McFlurry (Woo, woo)
I can't beef with you, you thirty (Fool)
Thinkin' she clean, I'ma do her dirty
I love my Glock 'cause this bitch sturdy
(What?)
Talk too much, ho, you too wordy (yeah)
Bitch get off Instagram (Huh?)
You done met your match with a bitch like
Me 'cause I don't give a damn
Ayy, I'm getting booked, you overlooked
I'm counting up dividends
Ho say she gon' do this and that, okay
Well you should've did it then
Yeah, now I'ma beat your ass to
Sleep just like your daddy did (Uh, huh)
They stand on business, ayy
If it's up in the air then it's stuck
(Come on, ayy) i ain't squashin' shit
I don't want forgiveness (yeah, yeah, uh uh)
Ooh, I'll air this bitch
Out with the quickness (Bah)
Ain't no evidence, leave no witness (Uh, huh)
223 gon' lift and rip her
Body, I ain't talking fitness
Bitch I'm with it
Ayy, choppa in the trunk, Glock in my hand
(Uh huh, yeah) if a rap bitch run up on me
It's a wrap like saran
(yeah, yeah, yeah, bah)
Ayy, AR in the trunk, Draco in my hand (yeah)
If a rap bitch run up on me
I'm gon' flip her sedan
(yeah, yeah, boom, boom, boom)
It's Leo, you don't gotta ask
You know it's me
Wherever I go, hoes notice me (yeah, yeah)
I don't know one bitch cold as me (Uh)
And we can't fuck on camera (Why?)
'Cause it ain't no exposing me
And I don't smoke but I'll roll a
Rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me
(Ayy) hoes be thinking it's beef
Yeah, okay, I'ma show you somethin'
(yeah, yeah) i'ma up with that motherfuckin'
Pole or somethin' (yeah, yeah, uh huh)
Glock 43 X to your nose or somethin'
We seen them shots you was throwin' online
We thought it was funny we know it's nothing
Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay
Better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching
Man, bitches be having me fucked up
Weird-ass hoes, weak-ass hoes
Stop telling people we beefing, bitch
I wouldn't rrt-pip even spit
In your direction, crazy-ass hoe
And I don't wanna hear shit about
"Leo you doing too much, you doing too much"
Duh, I do too much bitch, look at
My car, look at my house
Look at my bank account
Bitch, add it the fuck up
Matter fact, I'm not doing too much
Bitches just not doing enough
How 'bout that? Now send that to your group
Chat, dumb-ass, dusty-ass
Musty-ass, crusty-ass, non rapping-ass bitch
You done lost your rabbit-ass mind, ho
How you mad at a bitch who
Still can't get the club legally?
Like, "Huh?" Aw, it's giving
Sad, it's giving pathetic
It's giving embarrassing
Hoes know what's up with me, though
Monaleo, AKA big fuckin' Leo
The biggest, the youngest, and the richest
If you don't know
You finna find out real soon
The album is on the motherfuckin' way
I'm done letting you bitches breathe
Back on you hoes' necks
Yeah, all 'bout my bread, brioche
Get you some money, good girl ayy, bitch
It's Leo, you don't gotta ask
You know it's me (Uh, huh)
Wherever I go, hoes notice me (yeah, yeah)
I don't know one bitch cold as me
(yeah, yeah)
And we can't fuck on camera (Why?)
'Cause it ain't no exposing me
And I don't smoke but I'll roll a
Rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me
Hoes be thinking it's beef
Aight, bet, I'ma show you somethin'
(yeah, yeah) i'ma up with that motherfuckin'
Pole or somethin' (yeah, yeah)
Glock 43 X to your nose or somethin'
Wе seen them shots you was throwin' online
We thought it was funny wе know it's nothing
Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay
(yeah, yeah) better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching (Bitch)
Ayy, I don't have beef with
None of these bitches
These hoes not my opps (Uh)
If the law see a clip
With sticks and beams, no
Them is not my props (The fuck?)
'Cause we got Dracs, AR-15s
Knock a bitch out her socks (Boom, boom)
Stand over a bitch and empty
The clip 'til it click, i'm not gon' stop
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, hoes only hard on Instagram, bitch
Cut that live off (Ho-ho)
Hoes be thinkin' they queen bee 'til I
Come knock they whole damn hive off (Bitch)
'Cause I'll pull up to a rap bitch
Hood, then spray the whole block
Then drive out (Boom)
762 hit her in the middle of her
Chest like a goddamn dry cough
(yeah, yeah, uh huh)
Yeah, we got them sticks
Now we finna rock out (Rock out)
Send me the addy, you know I'ma pop out
(Pop out) pull up to your block
Them shooters gon' hop out (Hop out)
Whenever it's smoke, the opps gone cop out
(What?) you ain't shootin' shit, ho
Put that Glock down (Bitch)
I'm going dumb just like I dropped out
Thinkin' she hard
She gon' get her ass knocked out
You don't want smoke you just want a shoutout
(Pussy bitch)
You don't gotta ask, you know it's me
Wherever I go, hoes notice me (yeah, yeah)
I don't know one bitch cold as me (Uh, huh)
And we can't fuck on camera (Why?)
'Cause it ain't no exposing me
And I don't smoke but I'll roll a
Rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me
(yeah, yeah) hoes be thinking it's beef
Aight, bet, I'ma show you somethin'
I'ma up with that motherfuckin'
Pole or somethin' (yeah, yeah)
Glock 43 X to your nose or somethin' (yeah)
We seen them shots you was throwin' online
We thought it was funny we know it's nothing
Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay
(yeah, ayy) better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching (Bitch)
My team don't like when I go
To the mall all by myself
I told 'em don't worry
Ayy, 'cause if a ho play at
McDonalds, I'ma gun her down
Then get a McFlurry (Woo, woo)
I can't beef with you, you thirty (Fool)
Thinkin' she clean, I'ma do her dirty
I love my Glock 'cause this bitch sturdy
(What?)
Talk too much, ho, you too wordy (yeah)
Bitch get off Instagram (Huh?)
You done met your match with a bitch like
Me 'cause I don't give a damn
Ayy, I'm getting booked, you overlooked
I'm counting up dividends
Ho say she gon' do this and that, okay
Well you should've did it then
Yeah, now I'ma beat your ass to
Sleep just like your daddy did (Uh, huh)
They stand on business, ayy
If it's up in the air then it's stuck
(Come on, ayy) i ain't squashin' shit
I don't want forgiveness (yeah, yeah, uh uh)
Ooh, I'll air this bitch
Out with the quickness (Bah)
Ain't no evidence, leave no witness (Uh, huh)
223 gon' lift and rip her
Body, I ain't talking fitness
Bitch I'm with it
Ayy, choppa in the trunk, Glock in my hand
(Uh huh, yeah) if a rap bitch run up on me
It's a wrap like saran
(yeah, yeah, yeah, bah)
Ayy, AR in the trunk, Draco in my hand (yeah)
If a rap bitch run up on me
I'm gon' flip her sedan
(yeah, yeah, boom, boom, boom)
It's Leo, you don't gotta ask
You know it's me
Wherever I go, hoes notice me (yeah, yeah)
I don't know one bitch cold as me (Uh)
And we can't fuck on camera (Why?)
'Cause it ain't no exposing me
And I don't smoke but I'll roll a
Rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me
(Ayy) hoes be thinking it's beef
Yeah, okay, I'ma show you somethin'
(yeah, yeah) i'ma up with that motherfuckin'
Pole or somethin' (yeah, yeah, uh huh)
Glock 43 X to your nose or somethin'
We seen them shots you was throwin' online
We thought it was funny we know it's nothing
Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay
Better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching
Man, bitches be having me fucked up
Weird-ass hoes, weak-ass hoes
Stop telling people we beefing, bitch
I wouldn't rrt-pip even spit
In your direction, crazy-ass hoe
And I don't wanna hear shit about
"Leo you doing too much, you doing too much"
Duh, I do too much bitch, look at
My car, look at my house
Look at my bank account
Bitch, add it the fuck up
Matter fact, I'm not doing too much
Bitches just not doing enough
How 'bout that? Now send that to your group
Chat, dumb-ass, dusty-ass
Musty-ass, crusty-ass, non rapping-ass bitch
You done lost your rabbit-ass mind, ho
How you mad at a bitch who
Still can't get the club legally?
Like, "Huh?" Aw, it's giving
Sad, it's giving pathetic
It's giving embarrassing
Hoes know what's up with me, though
Monaleo, AKA big fuckin' Leo
The biggest, the youngest, and the richest
If you don't know
You finna find out real soon
The album is on the motherfuckin' way
I'm done letting you bitches breathe
Back on you hoes' necks