Elite

We missed you, Faygo
Hahaha
(2Ezzy on some other shit)
Bitch
(Y2, is that you?)

Lie to me (grrah), it don't surprise me (yeah, go)
I can see right through her soul by the way she cry to me, yeah
Said she like my song, she like the sound of me (okay)
And I bought her some Chanels, she got your income on her feet (ooh)
You can't try my gang, lil' nigga, you know we elite
And it ain't no competition, man, my enemies kneel to me
Ho, give me that top, get on your knees
And you better not use your teeth
I got knots in my jeans
I got you if you got me

They cannot send her to you, that ho for the streets
That ho fucked the team, she fulfill our needs
They like, "What's that on your waist, lil' bro?" (Huh?)
Nigga, that R.I.P.
Pussy nigga don't try me unless you tryna go to sleep
Got me some relief, ooh
If I pop this pill, then let's just pray I don't OD
She wanna run back to my guys, you don't know what she need
She's a party girl, bet the ho got Xanax in her teeth
You know I love it when you high
Love it when you high, see the beauty in your eyes
And I love when you hide
Put my pride to the side and said, "It's gonna be alright"
But she still—

Lie to me (grrah), it don't surprise me (yeah, go)
I can see right through her soul by the way she cry to me, yeah
Said she like my song, she like the sound of me (okay)
And I bought her some Chanels, she got your income on her feet (ooh)
You can't try my gang, lil' nigga, you know we elite
And it ain't no competition, man, my enemies kneel to me
Ho, give me that top, get on your knees
And you better not use your teeth
I got knots in my jeans
I got you if you got me

I got knots in my jeans (yeah, yeah)
I got you if you got me



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Dontrel Burt
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