Elon Tech
I might need a bell the way these niggas get dismissed
Yeah I'm getting bags, I'm getting richer
Let's see who's getting bigger, making easy six figures
I could never quit (too rich)
I will never quit (too lit too lit)
Walk around with Elon Tech, this shit some zombie x
I can't even sleep I need some meds
All they do is sleep I need some creds (credit me)
Shoutout to the dead, they not really dead
Feel like Drake, I love your mom in my bed
Huh, chill out, take a joke
Keep it real, you bitches foe
You niggas hoes
Shoutout Zay, we got our highs and our lows
That boy biting flows like he is Joe (Biden)
G.I. Joe, we serving guap this shit not Moes
Okay but I'm him
Ready to risk, spinning blocks like disc
Outdone by a Jit
I know that makes you sick
I know that we lit
Shots after shots but I can't find a single brick
Let that past be the past, let's move forward
I might need a bell the way these niggas get dismissed
Yeah I'm getting bags, I'm getting richer
Let's see who's getting bigger, making easy six figures
I could never quit (too rich)
I will never quit (too lit too lit)
Walk around with Elon Tech, this shit some zombie x
I can't even sleep I need some meds
All they do is sleep I need some creds (credit me)
Shoutout to the dead, they not really dead
Feel like Drake, I love your mom in my bed
Make those easy six figures now the Shawty's want to switch up
She be sending me her tigga while she chilling with her
Hold up I can't say that
I need space from my ex, no Elon
Whip inside this track, no Nissan
Aye getting sick of the winning, getting sick of the grinning
See the haters get to running when the beat gets to hitting
I treat my gold like I treat my os cause they wouldn't be here if it wasn't for those
And I love my bros, and I love my hoes, and I love my ice
And I love my hoes
Aye drop a check, we gon make that bet
If I hurt your feelings that's not my bad
We could never lack because we keep that strap
Aye girl start crying when hear me rap
Me and Kobana we better no cap
If you want to test that mhm, too bad
You boys mad cause we run it up fast
And you don't got a chance cause we got Elon Tech
I might need a bell the way these niggas get dismissed
Yeah I'm getting bags, I'm getting richer
Let's see who's getting bigger, making easy six figures
I could never quit (too rich)
I will never quit (too lit too lit)
Walk around with Elon Tech, this shit some zombie x
I can't even sleep I need some meds
All they do is sleep I need some creds (credit me)
Shoutout to the dead, they not really dead
Feel like Drake, I love your mom in my bed
Yeah I'm getting bags, I'm getting richer
Let's see who's getting bigger, making easy six figures
I could never quit (too rich)
I will never quit (too lit too lit)
Walk around with Elon Tech, this shit some zombie x
I can't even sleep I need some meds
All they do is sleep I need some creds (credit me)
Shoutout to the dead, they not really dead
Feel like Drake, I love your mom in my bed
Huh, chill out, take a joke
Keep it real, you bitches foe
You niggas hoes
Shoutout Zay, we got our highs and our lows
That boy biting flows like he is Joe (Biden)
G.I. Joe, we serving guap this shit not Moes
Okay but I'm him
Ready to risk, spinning blocks like disc
Outdone by a Jit
I know that makes you sick
I know that we lit
Shots after shots but I can't find a single brick
Let that past be the past, let's move forward
I might need a bell the way these niggas get dismissed
Yeah I'm getting bags, I'm getting richer
Let's see who's getting bigger, making easy six figures
I could never quit (too rich)
I will never quit (too lit too lit)
Walk around with Elon Tech, this shit some zombie x
I can't even sleep I need some meds
All they do is sleep I need some creds (credit me)
Shoutout to the dead, they not really dead
Feel like Drake, I love your mom in my bed
Make those easy six figures now the Shawty's want to switch up
She be sending me her tigga while she chilling with her
Hold up I can't say that
I need space from my ex, no Elon
Whip inside this track, no Nissan
Aye getting sick of the winning, getting sick of the grinning
See the haters get to running when the beat gets to hitting
I treat my gold like I treat my os cause they wouldn't be here if it wasn't for those
And I love my bros, and I love my hoes, and I love my ice
And I love my hoes
Aye drop a check, we gon make that bet
If I hurt your feelings that's not my bad
We could never lack because we keep that strap
Aye girl start crying when hear me rap
Me and Kobana we better no cap
If you want to test that mhm, too bad
You boys mad cause we run it up fast
And you don't got a chance cause we got Elon Tech
I might need a bell the way these niggas get dismissed
Yeah I'm getting bags, I'm getting richer
Let's see who's getting bigger, making easy six figures
I could never quit (too rich)
I will never quit (too lit too lit)
Walk around with Elon Tech, this shit some zombie x
I can't even sleep I need some meds
All they do is sleep I need some creds (credit me)
Shoutout to the dead, they not really dead
Feel like Drake, I love your mom in my bed
Credits
Writer(s): Kiamuya Mazama
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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