I'm leavin' ashes in the air
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
Lil' Sito
Rodeo, 22
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
On my son, bitch
What the fuck?
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this?
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this?
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
We put niggas in the air
And goin' 'bout it like who cares?
Bro got bodies in the hood
But if he leave, they everywhere
We get niggas touched
Them demons in my body from the
What you niggas wear?
You postin' all that old shit I don't wear
We put niggas up, uh-huh
Way up in the air
Niggas talkin' 'bout these hits
But they was never there
The 'Raq ain't hot for real
It's cold in February
I'm disrespectful
Piss on my opps in the cemetary
Look, this shit is visionary
Your top five very scary
When I leave the 'Raq and I'm gone for good
They gon' say I'm legendary
My opps, them niggas be Tom and Jerry
I lack, them niggas might try to air me
They know it's up
This shit real smoke and they know you can never tell me
Rodeo, 22
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
On my son, bitch
What the fuck?
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this?
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this?
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
I'm tired of smokin' niggas
Bro, I don't joke on niggas
You won't get paid for killin' goofies, boy
We smoke the killers
See, my bitch pop the census
But I pop Glocks at niggas
I know a few hoods in Chicago
They both harvest snitches
Bro, we got all the switches
Ain't talkin' 'bout cars in L.A
He wanna get out, he got him a check
Ain't seen that nigga since payday
I should go raw like Tay-K
But I got some pape', so I'm straight
Since they wanna get in my business
Walk in the court with a mil', bitch, say hey
I got it, these niggas be fake paid
I had me a sack in eighth grade
My opps don't exist, Parlay
This nigga a rat, squally
My neck on chill, Wale
He ain't from the 'Raq, that's Harvey
I'm still in my hood, Chaz
He heard a "Grrt," thought it was Cardi
Rodeo, 22
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
On my son, bitch
What the fuck?
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this?
I'm leavin' ashes in the air
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck is this?
I'm leavin' ashes in the air