[Intro]
LeeBoy on the Track
Ill Leet, ah
Alecto
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Ill Leet & ¥N Young Jay]
Those are my shooters, they came from the slums
You got a problem, they finna dunk
Something to solve 'em, right in the trunk
Sip on the dolphin, light up the skunk
I gotta tease and I gotta taunt
What’s on the sleeve? It’s Yves Saint Laurent
No time to grieve, I pull up and flaunt
You wanna leave? Then do what you want
I am the chief, and I am the boss
This is my season, I got the sauce
Do what I please and do what I want
Gold on my teeth, just like my Aunt
Tee, blood on my feet
I buy the boom and I buy the bing
What is the move? Yeah, I gotta see
There ain’t no tellin' where I gotta be, ayy
(Young Jay, he knew bih)
[Verse 1: ¥N Young Jay]
There ain't no tellin' where I gotta be
It do not matter, you ain't seein' me
Yo blood'll splatter, yo brothers gon' tattle
I still beat the battle, I'm carrying heat
I got a couple of tens in the C
I got a couple of tens I can see
I got a couple of tens, that I'm 'bout to spend, so I can go swim in the Sea
I cannot wait to put racks on my feet
I cannot wait 'til VV's on my teeth
Do you not hear all this bass on this beat?
Better be careful, and read 'em and weep
I took a jump, nigga, I took a leap
Takin' in all of the knowledge I seek
Niggas be tweakin' when they reach the peak
He set me up, now his corpse in the creek
I got the juice (Ayy, ayy)
I got the sauce (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up with a mop (Ayy, ayy)
It's fuck what you thought, fuck what you sayin'
I am the Sun, give you a tan
I'm from the mud, I'm Dirty Dan
Do what I do 'cause I do what I can
It ain't no problem, bitch I am the man
[Chorus: Ill Leet]
Those are my shooters, they came from the slums
You got a problem, they finna dunk
Something to solve 'em, right in the trunk
Sip on the dolphin, light up the skunk
I gotta tease and I gotta taunt
What’s on the sleeve? It’s Yves Saint Laurent
No time to grieve, I pull up and flaunt
You wanna leave? Then do what you want
I am the chief, and I am the boss
This is my season, I got the sauce
Do what I please and do what I want
Gold on my teeth, just like my Aunt
Tee, blood on my feet
I buy the boom and I buy the bing
What is the move? Yeah, I gotta see
There ain’t no tellin' where I gotta be, ayy
[Verse 2: Ill Leet]
Yeah there ain’t no tellin' where I gotta be
And there ain’t no tellin' who coming with me
I go overseas, I’m gone with the breeze
So there ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna see
I’m feeling icy, the Patek Phillipe
This shit is custom, they got it for Leet
I keep the broom if I gotta sweep
I just been grindin' cause I gotta eat
They watching the drip, and falling in love
I pick up the slips and I’m countin' em up
I got a new whip, I pull up to the club
Fuck takin' sips, man I’m cleaning the cup
I run it up, rock with the bands
Please tell me what you do not understand
Watch me come change what you thought was the plan
I keep my cool, but I’m hot as a pan
Drip like my aunt, drip like my mom
Rocking Off-White with this Louis Vuitton
Spot an intruder, then nigga it’s on
He made a move and he knew he was gone
Those are my shooters, you don’t want none
Nigga fuck you, and fuck where you from
They’ll go stupid, they’ll go dumb
Like Forrest Gump, nigga you better run, cause
[Chorus: Ill Leet]
Those are my shooters, they came from the slums
You got a problem, they finna dunk
Something to solve 'em, right in the trunk
Sip on the dolphin, light up the skunk
I gotta tease and I gotta taunt
What’s on the sleeve? It’s Yves Saint Laurent
No time to grieve, I pull up and flaunt
You wanna leave? Then do what you want
I am the chief, and I am the boss
This is my season, I got the sauce
Do what I please and do what I want
Gold on my teeth, just like my Aunt
Tee, blood on my feet
I buy the boom and I buy the bing
What is the move? Yeah, I gotta see
There ain’t no tellin' where I gotta be, ayy
