Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave Em Stretched, artist - Drakeo The Ruler. Date of issue: 06.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Leave Em Stretched |
| I came in the club with pippi longstockin, the drum hangin |
| Silly opp, now he DOA, cuz he was pump fakin |
| Sped off in the Rolls Royce Dawn, look, there’s no Wraith here |
| I’m a liability, the switch on me, I’m so dangerous |
| You sneak dissin, you better hang it up, like a coat hanger |
| Niggas die every day, B, and I’m a soul snatcher |
| A toe tagger, put Randy donut holes up in his 4matic |
| Put his high school picture on the TV, it was so tragic |
| that was be for you went and got so tatted |
| No longer, went partyin at Ruth’s Chris and wrote a song after |
| Why so many police with him, I don’t understand |
| If I let the K off he probly get up on the stand |
| I’m from California, I’m a nigga in demand |
| Ill leave a nigga hangin from a tree, this the Klan |
| I let my kids ball, I’m Mr. T up in the stands |
| There goes Drakeo the Ruler, niggas peein in they pants |
| LJ, MJ, 2 23's up in my hand |
| Niggas sweet as butter cups, you left a Reese’s on the gram |
| The incident report said, «he left feces on the ground» |
| I left a mess in aisle 5, bitch, clean it up again |
| I been droppin piles my whole life, it ain’t nothing |
| I hit a nigga wit the K, I don’t scuffle |
| From what I heard, he got Frito-Lay-ed and left Ruffles |
| I’m from south central la, can’t no nigga tell me nothin' |
| Pulled up in the Dawn, but my Rover got sport |
| Its a autobiography, run up on it, you get torched |
| Sideshow bob, I coulda went and bought a Masi |
| Suicidal doors, but my life is kamikaze |
| Free Kells, free Mels, and again bitch, free Razzi |
| Purse first, go to work, bitch, put it in my pocket |
| I came in the club with a drum on me |
| A hundiddy in the chop, that is one hunnid |
| Don’t be callin on my phone if you don’t want nothin |
| Yea the estimate of shells dropped, is like a phone number |
| Tape his block off, ain’t no if’s or but’s |
| Long live Jameon Davis, I keep the semi tucked |