Elite E

Aight, I'ma give y'all this shit one motherfuckin' Time, though. Turn me up, Trad. Look, I can pop a whole thirty and still Take two tens. J's, now I'm bleep again. I just walk up and I'm runnin' to my Cheese again. Freestyles spittin' in the booth, How could I tell it? Run the numbers up, Delete the dial like a dope fiend. My stomach fucked up from no lean and no Codeine. My nigga just got hit with ten years, But he got nine left. This Glock got a Stick with a switch, you see his life sweat. I need money. Know I came for the bread. I can't play about my loaf, bruh. I'm bummin' for my backend. Hit her once or twice, got her feenin' like A crackhead. You hear the... While I'm beatin' up her backend. Shit, she got that wet-wet. She a head giver, throat nectar. Got the head-head. like you off a Perky. Beat the pussy 'til my head sweat. Ooh, I ain't even gon' cap, man, she left My bed wet. spray that K kick. We got K's and we gon' spray plenty. We known to hit they block and air it Out, but we ain't too gritty. How the fuck you beefin' to his face up On that TV? My youngin's known to do it Right, so he ain't seein' where he creep. Leave him face-down on the street. Yeah, we the ones, but what you think? He was dissing on the gang, but now he Gone before you blink. We let it hop out. I love when niggas get to acting tough, he Getting socked out. No passes for the opps, they Out of luck. J's. I can pop a whole Thirty and still take two tens. J's, now I'm bleep again. I just walk up and I'm runnin' to my Cheese again. Freestyles spittin' in the booth, How could I tell it? Run the numbers up, Delete the dial like a dope fiend. My stomach fucked up from no lean and no Codeine. My nigga just got hit with ten years, But he got nine left. This Glock got a Stick with a switch, you see his life sweat. I sold thirty bowls of gray, but I got Five left. Ten thousand Perkys on the table, Bitch, but half-pressed. All my niggas steppin', Fully active, ain't no half-step. Talking out his neck until I shot him, now He half-neck. my nigga bust a Rollie, went from Patek to an Audemars. We chased that nigga all down his block, he Wasn't getting far. They tried to give my nigga Life, but he beat the charge. I could pour an eight of straight Act, but It's way too far. I'ma hit the road, ain't Coming back 'til tomorrow. Beat a nigga, left him on his back, ain't Feel no sorrow. I'ma disappear, ain't coming back, They like Rose Waldo. I got this one bitch, I treat a bank called the Wells Fargo. I be in the jungles with the bees and Flying cardinals. Nigga said that he just want me On this beat, I had to charge him. Hop a ten and sip producer, it have my Heart swirling. She in the league going high speed, Two other niggas guard her. Trad. I can pop a whole thirty and still Take two tens. J's, now I'm bleep again. I just walk up and I'm runnin' to my Cheese again. Freestyles spittin' in the booth, How could I tell it? Run the numbers up, Delete the dial like a dope fiend. My stomach fucked up from no lean and no Codeine. My nigga just got hit with ten years, But he got nine left. This Glock got a Stick with a switch, you see his life sweat.