Ode
If I'm taking that risk Imma propser
Money making I feel like a doctor
But really I'm straight off the block and I'm sending these shots oh I feel like Ibaka
Code red they gon call up the coppers
ELM BOYS swear they never gon stop us
I been just trapping like 24/7 I don't do the Zelle all cash when you cop up
Doing too much yah ODE
Word to my mother yah don't even know me
No telling ain't snitch on my co d
Still fighting my cases like fuck all the police
Thottie she tryna control me twerking all over my lap where the chrome be
Posted outside where your home be too late to go back don't try to go bro me
Run up on gang get shot down running like Ricky when you hear that pop sound
Bullets hit you from the top down brodie a demon no he cannot stop now
45 9 or the trey pound talking that tough shit you better stay down
Got me a bag no spray ground talking 'bout money no we do not play 'round
I do not fear shit trusting nobody cuz you know they switching up real quick
Nah I can't hear shit couple of knockers go boom they really gon kill shit
Toting I'm gripping on Stacey shit got no safety like I just turned on the kill switch
Shawty don't call me ya baby I'm not ya baby I just pull up to come kill shit
If I'm taking that risk Imma propser
Money making I feel like a doctor
But really I'm straight off the block and I'm sending these shots oh I feel like Ibaka
Code red they gon call up the coppers
ELM BOYS swear they never gon stop us
I been just trapping like 24/7 I don't do the Zelle all cash when you cop up
Doing too much yah ODE
Word to my mother yah don't even know me
No telling ain't snitch on my co d
Still fighting my cases like fuck all the police
Thottie she tryna control me twerking all over my lap where the chrome be
Posted outside where your home be too late to go back don't try to go bro me
What
Fuck
Ye
I just pull up to come kill it
Way I'm gon shake up the room gltt da boom I know them bitches gon feel it
Huh
Can't talk about shit cuz I did it
Balling ain't moving my pivot I feel like I'm Pippen the way I go triple them digits
Please do not fuck with my guys fuck with my vibe we finna spin back
These pussies they talking that big cap jack what I ain't never done did that
Spreading them rumors and lies they wanna die stop with the politicking
Next time I see you then I get to clicking tryna get on bro then his head missing
That's what you get for that dead dissing gon fill 'em up when that lead hit 'em
If you with them hoes then you dead with 'em if yah really bros you get bread with 'em
Stay ten toes cuz they want me missing yeah we drop those if I see you dissing
Like it's Roscoe how I get this chicken swerving potholes and commas flipping
Yah really gay acting like bitches with pepper spray
Talking but you know I let 'em hate 13 shots make 'em levitate send 'em up to the gates
How you be chilling with bitches who talking when you not around but won't say it up to ya face
Pussy he really a clown old heads doing too much yah really too laced
Chill with the coke and the liquor say I be fucking ya ex but she really my sister
Pillow talking say I dissed her you just tryna get to me you really don't miss her
How you like 30 some still on the block tryna get into beef
I really be worried son yah came off a boat I came off these streets
Ghetto Thug Asians GTA
Calling up Ten that's big Eight Trey
Kick him a BOA Chase or TD come hit up my celly if you tryna get paid
Ghetto Thug Asians GTA
Calling up Ten that's big Eight Trey
Kick him a BOA Chase or TD come hit up my celly if you tryna get paid
If I'm taking that risk Imma propser
Money making I feel like a doctor
But really I'm straight off the block and I'm sending these shots oh I feel like Ibaka
Code red they gon call up the coppers
ELM BOYS swear they never gon stop us
I been just trapping like 24/7 I don't do the Zelle all cash when you cop up
Doing too much yah ODE
Word to my mother yah don't even know me
No telling ain't snitch on my co d
Still fighting my cases like fuck all the police
Thottie she tryna control me twerking all over my lap where the chrome be
Posted outside where your home be too late to go back don't try to go bro me
Money making I feel like a doctor
But really I'm straight off the block and I'm sending these shots oh I feel like Ibaka
Code red they gon call up the coppers
ELM BOYS swear they never gon stop us
I been just trapping like 24/7 I don't do the Zelle all cash when you cop up
Doing too much yah ODE
Word to my mother yah don't even know me
No telling ain't snitch on my co d
Still fighting my cases like fuck all the police
Thottie she tryna control me twerking all over my lap where the chrome be
Posted outside where your home be too late to go back don't try to go bro me
Run up on gang get shot down running like Ricky when you hear that pop sound
Bullets hit you from the top down brodie a demon no he cannot stop now
45 9 or the trey pound talking that tough shit you better stay down
Got me a bag no spray ground talking 'bout money no we do not play 'round
I do not fear shit trusting nobody cuz you know they switching up real quick
Nah I can't hear shit couple of knockers go boom they really gon kill shit
Toting I'm gripping on Stacey shit got no safety like I just turned on the kill switch
Shawty don't call me ya baby I'm not ya baby I just pull up to come kill shit
If I'm taking that risk Imma propser
Money making I feel like a doctor
But really I'm straight off the block and I'm sending these shots oh I feel like Ibaka
Code red they gon call up the coppers
ELM BOYS swear they never gon stop us
I been just trapping like 24/7 I don't do the Zelle all cash when you cop up
Doing too much yah ODE
Word to my mother yah don't even know me
No telling ain't snitch on my co d
Still fighting my cases like fuck all the police
Thottie she tryna control me twerking all over my lap where the chrome be
Posted outside where your home be too late to go back don't try to go bro me
What
Fuck
Ye
I just pull up to come kill it
Way I'm gon shake up the room gltt da boom I know them bitches gon feel it
Huh
Can't talk about shit cuz I did it
Balling ain't moving my pivot I feel like I'm Pippen the way I go triple them digits
Please do not fuck with my guys fuck with my vibe we finna spin back
These pussies they talking that big cap jack what I ain't never done did that
Spreading them rumors and lies they wanna die stop with the politicking
Next time I see you then I get to clicking tryna get on bro then his head missing
That's what you get for that dead dissing gon fill 'em up when that lead hit 'em
If you with them hoes then you dead with 'em if yah really bros you get bread with 'em
Stay ten toes cuz they want me missing yeah we drop those if I see you dissing
Like it's Roscoe how I get this chicken swerving potholes and commas flipping
Yah really gay acting like bitches with pepper spray
Talking but you know I let 'em hate 13 shots make 'em levitate send 'em up to the gates
How you be chilling with bitches who talking when you not around but won't say it up to ya face
Pussy he really a clown old heads doing too much yah really too laced
Chill with the coke and the liquor say I be fucking ya ex but she really my sister
Pillow talking say I dissed her you just tryna get to me you really don't miss her
How you like 30 some still on the block tryna get into beef
I really be worried son yah came off a boat I came off these streets
Ghetto Thug Asians GTA
Calling up Ten that's big Eight Trey
Kick him a BOA Chase or TD come hit up my celly if you tryna get paid
Ghetto Thug Asians GTA
Calling up Ten that's big Eight Trey
Kick him a BOA Chase or TD come hit up my celly if you tryna get paid
If I'm taking that risk Imma propser
Money making I feel like a doctor
But really I'm straight off the block and I'm sending these shots oh I feel like Ibaka
Code red they gon call up the coppers
ELM BOYS swear they never gon stop us
I been just trapping like 24/7 I don't do the Zelle all cash when you cop up
Doing too much yah ODE
Word to my mother yah don't even know me
No telling ain't snitch on my co d
Still fighting my cases like fuck all the police
Thottie she tryna control me twerking all over my lap where the chrome be
Posted outside where your home be too late to go back don't try to go bro me
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Writer(s): Joshua Bae
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