[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Yo, Deacon Leontos got that **drip** so cold, he freeze the ‘Gram,
Flexin’ in his **cheugy** threads, but bro, he don’t give a damn.
**Vibe check**? Failed—he’s trollin’ Karens for the clout,
Sells fake **spill-the-tea** kits, now the feds are out.
Got a **thirst trap** TikTok, all cap, no zen,
**Ghosted** his ex, then slid back—**simp** again.
**Boujee** on a budget, drives a Honda with fake rims,
**Canceled** twice, still says, “**Slay**, king, we win!”
[Chorus]
Deacon Leontos, that **sussy** baka,
Caught lackin’ at the bodega, yellin’ “**Yeet** my LaCroix!”
**No cap**, he’s **extra**—stole his **glow up** from a meme,
**Rizz** so weak, his **DMs** drier than sunscreen.
[Verse 2]
Pops **daddy issues** like it’s **fire** content,
**Stan** wars in his comments—bro, he pays for rent?
**Mood**? Chaotic evil, scams his **squad** for gas,
**Lowkey** blew his **bag** on O******s, got **snatched** fast.
**Drama llama** kingpin, sells **juicy** fake beef,
**Hits different** when he’s cringe—**FOMO** on relief.
**Throw hands**? Nah, he’s tweeting “👊🔥” from his bed,
**GOAT** of Ls, but his **meme page** stays fed.
[Chorus]
Deacon Leontos, that **sussy** baka,
Caught lackin’ at the bodega, yellin’ “**Yeet** my LaCroix!”
**No cap**, he’s **extra**—stole his **glow up** from a meme,
**Rizz** so weak, his **DMs** drier than sunscreen.
[Outro]