Jdot Breezy They Keep Leaving Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, Gang

[Chrous]
Pull up on a nigga we gon leave his ass face down
Glock 30 with a .30 make K sounds
Open me a nigga just to show em we dont play round
.762 make the whole hood get down
Ride past (?)
We gon spin round
Man down on the scene he got gunned down
Catch a body get payed then we skip town
He don't trust shit
He don't even want his bitch round
Everybody turned snake and he seen it
And his bitch keep talkin bout leavin
Ask "Why?"
She Don't really got a reason
And I ain't heard his side he been fighting them demons
Close friend got killed every night he grieving
Sliding on the opps like every other weekend
Tryna catch a body
Tryna see a nigga bleeding
He grew up to be a killa cuz his pops kept leavin
[Verse 1]
Lost Brothers in the field so I gotta keep my head strong
Mama say "stay strapped"
Keep my head on
And it's still f*ck the opps all them niggas need a headstone
Niggas speakin on my brother all them niggas get stepped on
Caught a nigga lackin walkin home on his cell phone
Hop out run down tryna get a nigga head gone
You was talking to them foes you a rat and you dead wrong
Would say a little mo
But this would turn into a fed song
Take me back i'll do it again
Get up on em little more and put 2 in his wig
Bring my brudda nem back and we'll do it again Murk his ass walk up on em start shootin again
Overkept close range til I opened his wig
Have bro first class imma buy him a benz
Lost my cousin to the gun and he left me his kid
Little T thats forever got yo back til the end

[Interlude]
R.I.P all the brothers and long live all the guys
My brother's legends in my eyes
As I run these streets and clutch this heat
I hope you stay on top and watch over me
Devil on my back and demons on my feet but I won't fall and let them f*ck over me
Everyday we creep cuz you deceased we gon put opps to sleep
And thats on gang
Long live the guys
[Chrous]
Pull up on a nigga we gon leave his ass face down
Glock 30 with a .30 make K sounds
Open me a nigga just to show em we dont play round
.762 make the whole hood get down
Ride past (?)
We gon spin round
Man down on the scene he got gunned down
Catch a body get payed then we skip town
He don't trust shit
He don't even want his bitch round
Everybody turned snake and he seen it
And his bitch keep talkin bout leavin
Ask "Why?"
She Don't really got a reason
And I ain't heard his side he been fighting them demons
Close friend got killed every night he grieving
Sliding on the opps like every other weekend
Tryna catch a body
Tryna see a nigga bleeding
He grew up to be a killa cuz his pops kept leavin

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