Jay District E

It's Eli. Yeah. Look, I was just stuck up in the trenches, Really plottin' on some riches. Was in the kitchen, you can't bake even if You ain't tryna get no chicken. Bitch, I'm trippin', I'm a menace when it come To talkin' this shit. Man, I just put some Money into rappin', just made me change my vision. Five months boxin' on them bitches, we poppin' Grease, that's cold pimpin'. BSG, we stand on Business, we pour more than fours, that's cold Sippin'. Five months boxin' on them bitches, we Poppin' grease, that's cold pimpin'. BSG, we stand on business, we pour more than Fours, that's cold sippin'. We got them choppers, If they pull up, we gon' give 'em hits. Seven-six, two five-by-six, that ain't gon' let him Live. You see me swervin' all in traffic, Damn near tipped my shit. Three miles down the Road, I just totaled that bitch. And I ain't never popped no pills, I was Cold when I hit. We ain't gon' lie about These shootings, I was bold when I slid. Ayy, me and Bro slidin' with K, we just Uppin' on shit. We in they shit with two Rentals, then we bouncin' out. Gang slidin', you can't hop in, you ain't gon' Hit shit. Bang mine, they ask where I'm from, This J District. Don't condone to no bitch shit, Don't condone to no snitch shit. Word around town, them young boys, they into Splittin' wigs. Gang slidin', you can't hop in, You ain't gon' hit shit. Bang mine, they ask Me where I'm from, this J District. Don't condone to no bitch shit, don't condone to No snitch shit. Word around town, them young boys, They into splittin' wigs. Got your foot up on the brake, skrt-skrt. Skrt, skrt, skrt-skrt. I'm out of breath, I just been runnin' up Them bands. Don't put me last, bae, Just put it in my hand. Shoot, woo, damn. In the club, you me fuckin' up my dance. Fuckin' up her weave while I'm beatin' up her Back. Beatin' up her back, she gon' leave, But she be back. Shit. Five months on the road, we be fuckin' up Them bands. Perky and the Drac', I be mixin' Up my meds. Jazz. Angel on my shoulder. Jazz. Devil in my head. Devil in my head, but I ain't pressed 'cause I'm gon' shake it off. Damn, them niggas still Hatin', we ain't pressed at all. Not worried about your bitch 'cause she was basic, Just another broad. Can't fuck if she not payin', I'm just sayin', that's against my law. Gang slidin', you can't hop in, you ain't gon' Hit shit. Bang mine, they ask me where I'm From, this J District. Don't condone to no bitch shit, don't condone to No snitch shit. Word around town, them young boys, They into splittin' wigs. Gang slidin', you can't hop in, you ain't gon' Hit shit. Bang mine, they ask me where I'm From, this J District. Don't condone to no bitch shit, don't condone to No snitch shit. Word around town, them young boys, They into splittin' wigs