Original lyrics

EN

Row of baddies Daddy issues Taking Xany, shit'll kill you All my crew Always miss you Rip You know I miss you I love them dope boys Sip on that lean Fuck'em all To the indie iron Love the gold teeth Saying all me Didn't know the whole me Boy, I was a beast I'mma leave you I'mma leave you like a deadbeat I'mma leave you I'mma leave you like a deadbeat I'mma leave you like a deadbeat Dead None of my crew got a father figure But all of my crew make a father figure The bigger the figure The more that they listen They listen and figures They seeing a vision Young Oprah on the track Singing peppermints just like All the money Daddy sent them to the Now, I'm talking on this track Tell you where I'm really at What that mean I've been hanging, building Now I'll never call you back I'mma leave you I'mma leave you like a deadbeat I'mma leave you I'mma leave you like a deadbeat I'mma leave you like a deadbeat Dead Dead Dead Dead I'mma leave you like a deadbeat Back at it with my Back at it with my bae Back at it with my So I'mma leave you like a deadbeat Dead