Elias Beatz
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Y’all know the f#ckin’ vibes)
Don’t be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake your body like a belly dancer (Suck my dick, n#gg#)
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Y’all know my f#ckin’ vibe)
Don’t be shy, girl, go bananza (Run, you die, n#gg#)
Shake your body like a belly dancer (Grrah-grrah, grrah)
I’ma flock it, I don’t give a f#ck
If he front, he get hit in his gut
I’m a demon, I’m clutchin’ my gun
If I up it, I bet that he run
Make a move, pass the chop, you know I’ma oot
You a fool, chat on the net, I’ma come to your school
Stay with my gun, that’s the number one rule
I’ma flock, hit you and your mans
Dummy done ran, see the gun in my pants
A shot for this Glock, gon f#ck up his stance
I beat up the p#ss#, she like give me a chance
I’m like drop it, pass the g-lock you know I’ma pop it
I’m like shake it, for the gang she finna get naked
Grah grah grah
I’m with Buna, he sending shots that’s gon bust your medulla
Lil rah got left in the uber
Sha got shot by a b#tch, you not a ooter
Ayo Jaydee, let’s go crazy
With my knocker I think her name katie
I’ma up if he think he gon’ play me
Hang out the back seat you know I go crazy, grah grah
Try to limp but I duck, I just wanna
Noah, Yellow, Diddy
b#tch I’m lit keep a gun in my city
Off the perc I go dumb with the sitchy
Me and Buna go 50 for 50
Gun in his lap, I’m tryna just pack him
Yo stop, your mommas a crackhead
And you know that we smokin’ on all deads
EBK and you know we on all red
In the field I be clutchin my steel, and my momma be tellin me chill
But I’m tryna flock on a opp, I’m tryna knock off his top
In the drop I was stirrin the pot, like send a shot
I’m from the Ville, top murder rate we run the city
f#ck Sha he got shot by a bitty
Got hit and then turned to a piggy
Ballin’ on court I can’t go out like Diddy
Spin through they [?] I’m looking for Glizzy
f#ck 22 and we know you a mickey
How you come home from a murder, a blicky
Everything dead shoot a O, shoot a dizzy
You was smokin on Pop, now we smokin on Nicky
When we spin we make this sh#t look easy
Want some shooters that do it for breezy
And you know we still smokin’ on queezy
With the apes and the sharks, we never played in the park
So n#gg# huh
And Yellow got taped, I know I’m the n#gg# they hate
Pick up the pace, big dirty K, [?] got hit in his face
And my gun in my hand, extended the clip
Jaydee my brother, and he fighting a case
Still finna up it he lit
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