Leb Cleb - SO BAD Lyrics

What, why all these hos trippin? Seem like they off a tab
My trigger finger itchin' I feel it all the time
I feel like I'm a ghost, they cannot see my vibe
I drown my wrist in gold, 400 on my slides
And one hundred pre rolls all packed up in one bag
He just a Lebby clone, he want be me so bad
You tryna get her digits, my headrest is her ass
I nailed it with precision, you messed it up so bad
I go King Kong in this bitch
You first up on my shit list
You looking for sumn' to leech on
I look at the stars and reach up
Life isn't always so peaches
I'm breaking my bread like Jesus
Fresh Jay's on my feet no creases
I'm ready to beat that P up
No bricks, I'ma f*ck any beat up
If I pop me a pill in Ibiza
Neck is negative three in the freezer
They be begging for cheese get a pizza
I be making a mess on the sheets when I please her
Rest of my life I know I gotta keep up
Oh, this is a daily race
Did a lap and you stayed in place
Beat it up then I'm nighty night
Cause that coochie was mighty tight
Had a shot and you played it safe
Had a shot and I made a name
I go ape like orangutan
I want bass like a bangarang
I go up cause I'm bangin' bangin'
You go down, you like "dang it, dang it"
Mustang on the curb parked outside, my bae in passenger
Complaining never did a God damn thing, my patience mastered
I be crazy in the head, making crazy bread
Like I work at Lil C's on the reg
I'm a one stop shop and do it better
They can talk they talk, it doesn't matter
Getting cake, now they wanna hate, yes, I know the pattern
My birthday cake lit with 20 candles, and I still don't know, so I'm gonna ask
Why all these hos trippin? Seem like they off a tab
My trigger finger itchin' I feel it all the time
I feel like I'm a ghost, they cannot see my vibe
I drown my wrist in gold, 400 on my slides
And one hundred pre rolls all packed up in one bag
He just a Lebby clone, he want be me so bad
You tryna get her digits, my headrest is her ass
I nailed it with precision, you messed it up so bad