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Jace Iayze - Left By That Tree Lyrics

[Intro]
Real Murda Worth shit I'm talkin' bout
Ayy, ayy, bitch
Niggas know how I'm rockin' now (Brr)
Ayy, niggas be mad
They ain't got no ho's, ain't got no money (Ay, get left by that tree, keep that shit discreet)
How you ain't signed a deal? (It's discreet)
You still in the same spot (Ha, you know how the fuck I'm rockin', you know I'm still gettin' money)
Negative ass nigga, get some money boy (These niggas can't do shit)
Ask about the last rapper (You ain't get no hoes)
Man, them niggas ain't never come back- I bet you they ain't (They ain't gettin' no money, they ain't on nothin', they ain't)
Ran off on they feet (You ain't signed a deal yet, boy?)
You know I do this shit boy

[Verse]
I want him dead, I ain't takin' no plea's (Bitch, ayy)
I'ma shoot that bitch, let's see who call police (Brr, brr)
Ayy, I got the baddest bitches, and they devoted to me (They devoted to me)
My 'Drac ain't never act weird, that bitch devoted to me (Bitch)
My opp's opp's made opp's strip, I make opp's mad
Niggas dissin' me, I make opp's rich, I make thots bad
Better duck yo' head when we get on it, bet' not up no flag
You bet' not call no troops, I'ma kill that boy on a deuce
I'ma do him like we did Twisty P, have him runnin' up out his shoes
I'll double glove on my hit, so I bet no leave no clues
Wildkard got stripped, my bitches, they strip for me
I'm tryna pop a strip, so I make all the bitches count strips for me
God damn, he's a dead one, he met his dead homie
Black 'Drac like Akon OvO, I ain't never lonely
Dxrt3all had a 'Drac scream, it got a component
New guns, I wan' test 'em out, save that for my opponents
Stupid bitch, I still love shootin’ shit even though I grew up
Stupid bitch, I still get rachet as shit, nigga, throw yo' hood up
He let four words, think I'm pussy, and them same four words got him sent up
I'm still crazy as hell, bitch, matured a little, but ain't switch up
When ELA grow up, I'ma let her set ya' son up, nigga, waddup?
I could be 50, I'll still fuck ya' son up, nigga, waddup?
I'll beat that nigga, .55 tracer eat that nigga
Hang him up by his leg, until he dead, then start squeezin' on him
5.56, they Dragon breath, let them bitches breathe on him
He's a L’er, he's a glazer
His bitch got a gyatt, I hit her wit' rizz
You gon' get that- treatment, you keep talkin' shit (Bitch)
He say he gon' up a shield, he usin' a shield as bricks
But bricks can't stop a 'Drac nigga
A brick can't save yo' face nigga
.308 Blackout, on that choppa, send yo' ass to space nigga
I don't know who he be, should've kept that shit discreet
I feel like lil’ Durkio, (Don’t) get left by that tree
I- I don't- I don't know who he be, should've kept that shit discreet
I feel like lil’ Durkio, (Don’t) get left by that tree (Brr, brr, bitch)
[Outro]
Ayy, don't get left by that tree (Ayy, don't get left by that tree, man)
Don't get left by that tree
Don't get left by that- Bitch