Original God, Ghostie, Phantom Caine - Leave Me V lyrics

Syringe

I put on for my city
Break like Houston Whitney ball like Britney
She just hit me I don’t really care
What you think she’ll get me
Bucket in they hair and they stop to stare
I don’t have a problem
No she gots a problem hoping
She just keeps it down

All alone don’t pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems leave em all at home
I’m all alone don’t pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems leave em all at home
I break like sticks and stones

Bitch, I was bullied ever since I was a kid
But yo man don’t care ight now
If he talking shit words won’t hurt me
Ima grab a fucking ratchet ima lay you down
Hey, hey
I had a lotta time to think to myself
Hey, hey now I hate you niggas and
Im gonna give you hell hey, hey
I don’t give a shit cause
A nigga living it out hey, hey
Can’t you fucking tell i just want the money
Quick fast in my hand
Tryna get the cash and dodge
I don’t like y’all and y’all don’t like me
It’s okay ima still kick your ass

All alone don’t pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems leave em all at home
I’m all alone don’t pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems leave em all at home
I break like sticks and stones

Just swallowed my face I think about
That bitch like every day
You see it in my face I cannot lie
All I wanna do is count some guala
And I count it baby
Come with me cause I just wanna die

Stack it up stack it up
Stack it up

I flip a bitch like a spatula
She kinda built like an amateur
I clean it up like a janitor fuck with me
Fuck with me fuck with me

I pray to god that she fucks with me
Jockin that shit but he enemy
Switching it up baby won't work with me??

Why do I try to live my fucking life?
I pray to god that I
Won’t kill myself tonight
I’m with my boys and we
Turn up every fucking time i slit my wrist
I do the dash and then you see me I’ll be

Poopoo-Punching you be fucking bitches minds
I don't give a fuck
About these niggas clique
You be on my shit talking
About my fucking dick
You be on my shit talking
About my fucking dick

I never thought that I could love you
Every bit is for the clout
And I thought It was your drought
All you ever did was doubt
You never mention all my shots
I don’t wanna work for you
But you wanna work for me
Cause I don’t wanna fuck with you

You might catch these fucking clips
See me and you wanna dip
Got that 30 where I'm going
Take you on a fucking trip
Give a puppet, take a sip
Give a fuck about my mix
I might kick it with you later
All you niggas you ain't shit

All alone don’t pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems leave em all at home
I’m all alone don’t pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems leave em all at home
I break like sticks and stones