Lyrics Leesburg Anthem (Bonus Track) [feat. Bigga Rankin] - 420 Stunna feat. Bigga Rankin

The truth is
While most dream about getting paid
We are working towards it
By the book
Not by the crook
The game will feel us
420 Stunna, talk that Florida shit young nigga

Now I'm from Leesburg nigga
I can't tell ya bout the NOLA
Lake county nigga with a clique full of soldiers
Coming cross the border, how I get to Central Florida
Motherfuck the plug, I just finessed the plug order
My trap see-saw, but my fire sig sawyer
Just beat another case, I had to extra tip the lawyer
I met a bad bitch like Trina, told her I'll spoil her
Eat that dick like tweet and bitch don't stop until it's over
I got the pot locking up and it can't get out like Angola
That's way too much uh soda and that ain't enough uh coca
I got beef in the city, keep looking over my shoulder
Up this four fifth, you gone be shitting in yo pamper
I'm gone be sittin in yo bushes in the woods like I'm camping
Put one in yo brain, I'm tryna find out what you thinking
If that don't work, I'll drop a bag, I'm gettin a lil too famous
To be out here on the block like I used to with the banger
Now we play 30 count nigga, fuck a star spangled banner
The burg on the map and we don't fuck with other niggas
Call it cheese-burg nigga, make a profit serving niggas
Can't make no money off ya, kick the door and rob the nigga
I know a couple Molly heads that's some real grave diggers
I know some real Haitian crip blood folk niggas
Alot of poor ass niggas, plugs with six figures
Niggas who got hands and niggas with big pistols
Coulda made it to the league, but they got caught up drug dealing
Danny made it to the NFL head bussing
I went and got a brick and now I'm out here head bussing
Come shop in Leesburg, get it cheaper, get it quicker
Now I'm ridin' down the red road heading to the folk
Make a right by the yellow store, everybody got dope
Now they thug in Carver Heights, a whole different life
You can slide through the main and sell rocks all night
Man, its ya boy 420 Stunna nigga
Born and raised in Leesburg, Florida nigga
Momma moved us out young nigga,
I went to the lady lake, took that bitch over nigga
I'm in the burg every motherfuckin day nigga
I got the baddest motherfuckin banshee
My chain a half a brick, I dropped that Ls in my vert comin soon
Cuz comin through in that Vette
Man, the poorest nigga in Leesburg
Can go anywhere around the world and become a rich nigga
Nigga you gone be out here selling something or killing something
Nigga I don't want you the fuck from round me
All the joys ridin stolos
The crackers get burnt on every corner nigga
You want that yay, meet me at the yellow store
You want the rocks, meet me at East n main
You want the ice, meet me at Carver Heights
You sellin' weed, you better drop the price nigga
Every nigga round me rolling dice
Bitch, if you ain't finna suck that dick
I don't want your phone number
Fuck them crackers
They gave my nigga Bull a jersey number nigga
Now if you slidin' through the Burg
You ain't scraight, you ain't aight
Cuz I'll drop the bag on ya have ya gone by tonight