Leave me alone
Please don't call my phone
In my zone
You should get ya own
You just cap
Really nigga what you on
I'm too real
I ain't something u can clone yea
Bands on me
I came with the heat
See my name
Yea it's running through these streets
You just cap really nigga what ya on
I'm too real I ain't something you can clone yea
I ain't like none of niggas
I had switch up the pace
Pain on my face
I beat case
We on a wave
F*ck me up
Bitch I'm not regular
Money on cellular
And I don't be swerving her
I got the drugs er
Pockets they drip so hard
Snackin on caviar
Lil nigga play yo part
You off them xani bars
We in Foreign cars
We got the Audemars
Yo bitch know who we are
Yea
Flex on em
I'm just gettin checks on em
Keep it 100 I need next Someone
I need it right now no next summer
But if you can't keep it real with me then
Leave me alone
Please don't call my phone
In my zone
You should get ya own
You just cap
Really nigga what you on
I'm too real
I ain't something u can clone yea
Bands on me
I came with the heat
See my name
Yea it's running through these streets
You just cap really nigga what ya on
I'm too real I ain't something you can clone yea
White Hills Video (MV)
Performed By: Austin Fillmore
Language: English
Length: 1:59
Written by: COLLIN CHRISTOPHER FERGUSON
Austin Fillmore - White Hills Lyrics
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Leave me alone
Please don't call my phone
In my zone
You should get ya own
You just cap
Really nigga what you on
I'm too real
I ain't something u can clone yea
Bands on me
I came with the heat
See my name
Yea it's running through these streets
You just cap really nigga what ya on
I'm too real I ain't something you can clone yea
I ain't like none of niggas
I had switch up the pace
Pain on my face
I beat case
We on a wave
F*ck me up
Bitch I'm not regular
Money on cellular
And I don't be swerving her
I got the drugs er
Pockets they drip so hard
Snackin on caviar
Lil nigga play yo part
You off them xani bars
We in Foreign cars
We got the Audemars
Yo bitch know who we are
Yea
Flex on em
I'm just gettin checks on em
Keep it 100 I need next Someone
I need it right now no next summer
But if you can't keep it real with me then
Leave me alone
Please don't call my phone
In my zone
You should get ya own
You just cap
Really nigga what you on
I'm too real
I ain't something u can clone yea
Bands on me
I came with the heat
See my name
Yea it's running through these streets
You just cap really nigga what ya on
I'm too real I ain't something you can clone yea
Please don't call my phone
In my zone
You should get ya own
You just cap
Really nigga what you on
I'm too real
I ain't something u can clone yea
Bands on me
I came with the heat
See my name
Yea it's running through these streets
You just cap really nigga what ya on
I'm too real I ain't something you can clone yea
I ain't like none of niggas
I had switch up the pace
Pain on my face
I beat case
We on a wave
F*ck me up
Bitch I'm not regular
Money on cellular
And I don't be swerving her
I got the drugs er
Pockets they drip so hard
Snackin on caviar
Lil nigga play yo part
You off them xani bars
We in Foreign cars
We got the Audemars
Yo bitch know who we are
Yea
Flex on em
I'm just gettin checks on em
Keep it 100 I need next Someone
I need it right now no next summer
But if you can't keep it real with me then
Leave me alone
Please don't call my phone
In my zone
You should get ya own
You just cap
Really nigga what you on
I'm too real
I ain't something u can clone yea
Bands on me
I came with the heat
See my name
Yea it's running through these streets
You just cap really nigga what ya on
I'm too real I ain't something you can clone yea
Writer: COLLIN CHRISTOPHER FERGUSON
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave