Deacon Leontos Flex

[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]