OUT MY ZONE! Lyrics – LEECHY!
Singer: LEECHY!
Title: OUT MY ZONE!
Shawty wanna f#ck f#ck f#ck
Pistol, keep it tucked tucked tucked
b#tch, you outta luck luck luck
What the f#ck is up up up?
Shawty wanna f#ck f#ck f#ck
Pistol, keep it tucked tucked tucked
b#tch, you outta luck luck luck
What the f#ck is up up up?
Shit, boy, i don’t ever worry like that
If i give you everything, i can take it all back
When you dealin’ with the metal, better hope it ain’t black
Better worry ’bout the devil, i still work behind your back, aye
I might take a soul, sole soultaker on my row (aye)
Take ’em for a stroll, stole whatever ain’t my own (aye)
Something made me sane, manе, i’m really out my zone
The blight raking on my brain, pain, gеt out my f#ckin’ bones (bones)
I don’t really care for the vibes you’ve been bringin’
I wanna see your face, bring the smoke, uh
Bring a round’ applause, i clap the dog, i finna ring ya
By your fake plate chain, is it gold? nah
Closin’ my eyes, feeling nauseous, aye
Open the fourth like a faucet, aye
Higher being, make an offer, aye
Do not disturb when i call them, aye
I pray to the devil, he left me alone
So i go on my own, where they stole on my soul
On the styx, in the boat to a land of my own
And i’m slittin’ my throat, let my ink well flow
I just got blood on my blackhawk boots
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout your tiktok crew
My eyes, i can see, in the ivory keys
The lock of the shackle, the dog runnin’ free
I’m in the dog house, b#tch, what you talk ’bout, b#tch?
You drawn to the light, like a moth bound b#tch
Flippin’ off that switch, you can talk that sh#t
I can decompose your body in a black moss ditch
I got horns on my head, horn of the dead, ringin’ out dread
f#ck around, in the ground, down pound, go your head
Off with your head, off with the lead, off, i’m instead
On top of the m#th*rf#ck*r, okay, let’s rock
Like, this corpse hus- this corse- corpse hubby
This corpse fiancÉ
My n#gg# corpse fiancÉ goin’ crazy right now
Shawty wanna hit my phone
3 a.m. with lustful tones
Blade up to her f#ckin’ neck
To prove this ho’ is mine to own
Poppin’ pills and sippin’ liquor
Eat right through her for my dinner
Paint quite a scene over text, set the picture
If you thinkin’ of hidin’, don’t bother, i got high sense
f#ckin’ with the digger of graves, serve remains
I’ma douse you in a curse, the cult like chant raised
At a level that i’ll climb ’til the end of our days
I’m an animal gnawin’ at metal inside of a cage
I be givin’ quite a tease, neck flesh in my teeth
Get down on your knees if you wanna pay your deeds
Marks of my love not concealed underneath
’cause, b#tch, you my toy, you my motherf#ckin’ show piece
Shawty wanna f#ck f#ck f#ck
Pistol, keep it tucked tucked tucked
b#tch, you outta luck luck luck
What the f#ck is up up up?
Shit, boy, i don’t ever worry like that
If i give you everything, i can take it all back
When you dealin’ with the metal, better hope it ain’t black
Better worry ’bout the devil, i still work behind your back, aye
I might take a soul, sole soultaker on my row (aye)
Take ’em for a stroll, stole whatever ain’t my own (aye)
Something made me sane, mane, i’m really out my zone
The blight raking on my brain, pain, get out my f#ckin’ bones (bones)
Beat- is that- that’s gotta be leechy boi
He’s-
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