Monaleo Show You Sum Lyrics

[Intro]
(I'ma do it like that, YB)
Ayy, it's leo
(Motherf*cker fire)
Yeah, all 'bout my bread, brioche
Get you some money, quit worryin' 'bout me, ho
Bitch

[Chorus]
Ayy, 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 f*ck on camera (Why?)
'Cause it ain't no exposing me (Uh-huh)
And I don't smoke
But I'll roll a rap bitch up in a 'wood, it's choking me
Hoes be thinking it's beef
Aight ,bet, I'ma show you somethin' (Uh-huh)
I'ma up with that motherf*ckin' pole or somethin' (Yeah, yeah)
Glock .43 X to your nosе or somethin'
We seen them shots you was throwin' onlinе
We thought it was funny, we know it's nothing (The f*ck?)
Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay (Yeah, yeah)
Better have you a strap 'cause you know I'm clutching (Bitch)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I don't have beef with none of these bitches, these hoes not my opps (Uh-uh)
If the law see a clip with sticks and beams, no, them is not my props (The f*ck?)
'Cause we got Dracs , AR-15s, knock a bitch out her socks (Boom, 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)
7.62 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 (Uh-huh)
You don't want smoke you just want a shoutout (p*ssy bitch)

[Chorus]
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 f*ck on camera (Why?)
'Cause it ain't no exposing me (The f*ck?)
And I don't smoke
But I'll roll a rap bitch up in a 'wood, it's choking me
Hoes be thinking it's beef
Aight, bet, I'ma show you somethin' (Uh-huh)
I'ma up with that motherf*ckin' pole or somethin' (Yeah, yeah)
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 (The f*ck?)
Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay (Yeah, yeah)
Better have you a strap 'cause you know I'm clutching (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
My team don't like when I go to the mall all by myself, I told 'em don't worry (Don't worry)
Ayy, 'cause if a ho play at McDonalds, I'ma gun her down, then get a McFlurry (Boom, boom) I can't beef with you, you thirty (Ho)
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 (No cap)
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)
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)
Ooh, .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, come on)
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)

[Chorus]
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 (The f*ck?)
And we can't f*ck on camera (Why?)
'Cause it ain't no exposing me
And I don't smoke
But I'll roll a rap bitch up in a 'wood, it's choking me (Ay)
Hoes be thinking it's beef
Aight ,bet, I'ma show you somethin' (Uh-huh)
I'ma up with that motherf*ckin' pole or somethin' (Yeah, yeah)
Glock .43 X to your nose or somethin' (Uh-huh)
We seen them shots you was throwin' online
We thought it was funny, we know it's nothing (Uh-huh)
Wherever I see you is where you gon' lay
Better have you a strap 'cause you know I'm clutching
[Outro]
Man, bitches be having me f*cked 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 f*ck 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 in 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 f*ckin' Leo, the biggest, the youngest, and the richest
If you don't know, you finna find out real soon
The album is on the motherf*ckin' way, I'm done letting you bitches breathe
Back on you hoes' necks