b#tch we real deal killers we ain’t beefin over stats
Uh, what
He was talking down on dylan so we shot him in the back
Oh, oh, yuh
Get ur umbrella, ella, ella, cuz there’s bullets raining from the sky
I know u hella, hella, hella, pissed off cuz i’m that guy
Ur a shell of, shell of, shell of, me and that’s why ur music is dry
U ain’t getting weed lil bro this is a stick up n i got the Glock now he looking like psy
I picked that b#tch up and i made her life better b4 i was there was a f#cking pigsty
And i kno she urs now but i f#cked that ho better n that’s just some sh#t that shе cannot deny
I just got a new Glock 04 with some nuts at thе end and yk that it came wit a sight
We gon run in his trap we gon get him tn
If they try fw u catch a body in spite
Shawty i’m asking i want u 4 life
I could give u the world plz just give me a nite
Yeah they shooting at me but they shooting like dwight
My lil bro gotta draco we not gonna fight
b#tch i’m smoking on blunts someone pass me a light
U can’t catch me for sh#t i look basic and white
That b#tch kno i’m a dog but i’m not gonna bite
Going up with my brothers i’m feeling like wright
Yuh ay
Hop on the pluggnb n f#ck it up
That b#tch wanna f#ck so i f#ck up her guts
I stay in the trap, b#tch im cooking up
Knock on the door its the feds gotta run
If i hear a knock, b#tch i gotta book it
Im smoking on straight gas smoking cookie
She wanna f#ck baby come kick it
Whats that on my neck? baby thats a tennis
Diamonds dancing, baby like olympics
I got a white plug his name dennis
Serving 4 the f#cking low
If u need some drugs b#tch hit my phone
Im f#cking that b#tch gotta get in my zone
Crockpot, b#tch im cooking up dope
Get ur umbrella, ella, ella, cuz there’s bullets raining from the sky
I know u hella, hella, hella, pissed off cuz i’m that guy
Ur a shell of, shell of, shell of, me and that’s why ur music is dry
U ain’t getting weed lil bro this is a stick up n i got the Glock now he looking like psy
I picked that b#tch up and i made her life better b4 i was there was a f#cking pigsty
And i kno she urs now but i f#cked that ho better n that’s just some sh#t that she cannot deny
I just got a new Glock 04 with some nuts at the end and yk that it came wit a sight
We gon run in his trap we gon get him tn
If they try fw u catch a body in spite
Get ur umbrella, ella, ella, cuz there’s bullets raining from the sky
I know u hella, hella, hella, pissed off cuz i’m that guy
Ur a shell of, shell of, shell of, me and that’s why ur music is dry
U ain’t getting weed lil bro this is a stick up n i got the Glock now he looking like psy
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04sam Lyrics – Ella ella ella