Elite

Niggas be broke
Like what is you doing
I got a baddie
She fuck up the sheets
I be on her mind
Her head game elite
Niggas be talking
Get left in the street
She came to smoke
She throwing it back
Her nigga calling
Tell her don't call him back
Say he that nigga
But he doing bad
Her nigga broke
And I get to bag

I got the plan for niggas
I don't speak much
Niggas talking a lot
Feel like Roddy
Got shit in a box
How you outside
You was not on the block
I got my brothers forever
Before I had sauce
I needed a pot
Get to a bag
Yeah we do that a lot
How he a stepper
That nigga a loser
Say he can't fight
Then invest in a chop
What
Are you stupid or not
She know that I'm saucy
I stay with a knot
I move on my own
These niggas be bots
He not rich
He still live on the block
I'm fucking her good
Yeah I'm hitting her spot
Couple racks on me
When I walk in the spot
Niggas talk on the net
They be moving too hot
How you got money
But you cannot keep it
Know it's a difference
I get the bag and flip it
My bro locked in
But he not in prison
These bitches be talking
Like they got decisions
They fucking and sucking
You tricking
You simping for nothing
Run thru these hoes by the dozen
She dub me
Then I'm fucking her cousin
Say he better
That nigga bugging
That nigga bugging

Niggas be broke
Like what is you doing
I got a baddie
She fuck up the sheets
I be on her mind
Her head game elite
Niggas be talking
Get left in the street
She came to smoke
She throwing it back
Her nigga calling
Tell her don't call him back
Say he that nigga
But he doing bad
Her nigga broke
And I get to bag

Yao shoutout all my niggas man
RIP Shmally
RIP Blaze
From the H



Credits
Writer(s): Walter Griffiths
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