LeeAnn’s Son

Yeah, welcome
I call this one LeeAnn's Son, ya dig?
Oh, oh there it is, there it is though
Hangover Gang I see you

Hello, I am Thomas, I'm LeeAnn's son
I used to have a broken heart and
Now I do not have one
I'm happy now, I'm tatted on the head
I got more weed, I'm wipin' lipstick off my
Dick and shakin' glitter off my sheets
I been livin' bruh
Bunch of pretty women bruh
Everything is different bruh
I came off that heartbreak shit
A little fuckin' bit ago
My image is gettin' shaken up
Relationships are breaking down
No longer trying to make it up
To people who are not around
Underneath all of the bullshit I'm the
Same motherfucker that I was before
Real long hair, still don't care
Feel free to suck my dick and balls
I'm no longer worried about the
Shit that I'm hearing
I'll be skatin' in Hollywood and
I just toured Europe
My taste is gettin' expensive and
I ain't sweatin' it barely
I get my red wine from Venice
Import my champagne from Paris
I gotta shout to the people who
Really are not my people
You gon' hate it, we'll make it
Tell ourselves that we're evil
I'm in the middle of the club
With my cups stacked high
Couple shorties in my face but
I close my eyes probably gonna be mad that I
Am over making sappy songs
If anyone is wondering, I'm happy now
Thanks a lot

I been runnin' gang, bitch
I been gettin' face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting
For everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing comin' out the
City and that's obvious as fuck
I'm just sayin' i been runnin' gang, bitch
I been gettin' face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting
For everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing comin' out the
City and that's obvious as fuck
I'm just sayin'

They call me Mr mac but I'm LeeAnn's son
Thomas, graduated honor rolls, said fuck it
Imma be a rapper
Broke a couple hearts, sold some drugs
Made a little money
Smoked a couple darts and some blunts
Threw some awesome parties
And they probably not used to
Me talkin’ ‘bout it
Cause usually I sing about losing
Who good to me, now I’m good again
Truthfully you could catch me with the
Women from the strip club
But never in the strip club, that ain’t me
I swear to god camo shorts and hookahs
Watermelon Swisher gettin’ burned like it
Is good for us too smoky to even look for us
Ratchet hoes and losers with
Strawberry Jolly Ranchers
In they lean tryna hang with us
But they could never handle us i’m sorry
Here’s my website if you wanna
Be some fans of us i think we need a geek to
Do some spam for us, get it boy
Shoutout to Alberta
Buncha rappers you ain’t heard of
Buncha rappers I’ll forget
Buncha nights I don’t remember
I been wild lately, style
Crazy, high and wasted, mohawk braided
Hat to the motherfucking back
Like an eighth grader
I’m faded, but I can’t get enough, LeeAnn’s
Son, we on one and some, best of luck

I been runnin' gang, bitch
I been gettin' face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting
For everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing comin' out the
City and that's obvious as fuck
I'm just sayin' i been runnin' gang, bitch
I been gettin' face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting
For everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing comin' out the
City and that's obvious as fuck
I'm just sayin'

Tom Mac fucking Donald in that ass
LeeAnn and Jamie’s kid
Drinkin’ out the bottle still but
I don’t need a babysitter
Stay calm as a motherfucker
Shades on in this motherfucker
Hair’s long and bitches love it
But I ain’t trippin I love it too
Shoutout to my main girl, Jenna Em
You know your brother loves you
And to the people who said fuck me, fuck you
Chargin’ all these rappers for a feature
Everything I touch is dope
No one gets a free verse
Silly fucking rapper in that
Triple XL t-shirt you are just an echo
Tell my dude to kill the reverb
Re-up, re-wrap, reflip, relax
Rehearse, redo, couple ree rees on my lap
I fucked that hoe, got a bunch
Of bitches just like that hoe
Every hoe that I even know
Act exactly like that hoe
No lunch break, I ain’t hungry, fuck man
I been eatin’ tons all I need is music and
Some weed inside my lungs
They been sleepin’ on me but I fuckin’
Promise when they up again they
Gon’ wish they never made the choice
To leave they comfy bed
Cause Imma leave half dead, call it zombie
They been chillin’ since September ‘88, hoe
LeeAnn’s son

I been runnin' gang, bitch
I been gettin' face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting
For everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing comin' out the
City and that's obvious as fuck
I'm just sayin' i been runnin' gang, bitch
I been gettin' face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting
For everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing comin' out the
City and that's obvious as fuck
I'm just sayin'