Elite
Ay ay ay
I pulled a strap out the side of the face
Im inside of the Wraith with some mothefuckin weight
And i got killers surrounding the property
Why would you copy me? Fuck out my way
Shoutout my driver cause man I just told him to pull this bitch over
He know I don't play
I know you see we come from the street
Papa my killer he really elite
Better pray he don't come when you sleep
In the middle of the night with a motherfuckin knife
She told me Gleetchi you just got released
But you still in the streets
Bitch you motherfuckn right
Man all i know is go trap with the soldiers
Just new ARP in the back of the rover
Pull up on E you can get you boulder
One to his chest make his motherfuckin shoulders clap
I got this motherfuckin chopper that came from the south
We just might do the nolia clap
N*ggas want beef on the internet I can't get into that
Dem N*ggas hoes for that
And i got trap with me countin in the back with me
Whole lot of 100's he known for that
I got some youngin's that's comin from under
Get hit with a stunner your dome was cracked
Henny, my cup If it's up, then it's stuck
When I pull up and trust bitch you know im whats up
Pull up with my mud and get two to the gutt
If I throw on some buffs, bitch you shit out of luck
She thinks she's falling in love, it's lust
I'm in this bitch with the thugs, it's us
And I went Cartier bused down, crushed
Smell like I don't give a fuck about my loss
I pulled a strap out the side of the face
Im inside of the Wraith with some mothefuckin weight
And i got killers surrounding the property
Why would you copy me? Fuck out my way
Shoutout my driver cause man I just told him to pull this bitch over
He know i don't play
I know you see we come from the street
Papa my killer he really elite
Fuck my wrist up, injury reserved
Pouring up codeine until i urn
Dope inside the truck, they pulled me over
I'm getting life, I can't afford to swerve
Kick a door and change fuck the planet
Trap money gave me the advantage
I got plugs from here to Calabasas
I could really re-up speaking Spanish
We got guns shootin fast force
Two hundred on the foreign dashboard
I get any drug you ask for
Switching cribs ducking task force
I ain't making hooping, hated practice
I'll lead you Gelato to the trappers
Bow to Choppers, give them to the shooters
Still screaming, rest in peace to Boosa
100k and hundreds in the ghetto
Rip his arm behind till it's yellow
I remixed the dope until it's gray
I just made like 15K today
Junky house 30 days straight
Begging me to leave some on the plate
Trying to convince the plug the center on it
Then one day he telling me the way
I've been sending pees to different states
Trap jumping, digi about to break
I don't serve a n*gga ion know em
I don't know the type of shit I had you fight a case
You don't believe how much I really make
Fuck rap I'm known for making plays
Track and numbers said it's on the way
Never made it drove a nigga crazy
I pulled a strap out the side of the face
Im inside of the Wraith with some mothefuckin weight
And i got killers surrounding the property
Why would you copy me? Fuck out my way
Shoutout my driver cause man I just told him to pull this bitch over
He know I don't play
I know you see we come from the street
Papa my killer he really elite
I pulled a strap out the side of the face
Im inside of the Wraith with some mothefuckin weight
And i got killers surrounding the property
Why would you copy me? Fuck out my way
Shoutout my driver cause man I just told him to pull this bitch over
He know I don't play
I know you see we come from the street
Papa my killer he really elite
Better pray he don't come when you sleep
In the middle of the night with a motherfuckin knife
She told me Gleetchi you just got released
But you still in the streets
Bitch you motherfuckn right
Man all i know is go trap with the soldiers
Just new ARP in the back of the rover
Pull up on E you can get you boulder
One to his chest make his motherfuckin shoulders clap
I got this motherfuckin chopper that came from the south
We just might do the nolia clap
N*ggas want beef on the internet I can't get into that
Dem N*ggas hoes for that
And i got trap with me countin in the back with me
Whole lot of 100's he known for that
I got some youngin's that's comin from under
Get hit with a stunner your dome was cracked
Henny, my cup If it's up, then it's stuck
When I pull up and trust bitch you know im whats up
Pull up with my mud and get two to the gutt
If I throw on some buffs, bitch you shit out of luck
She thinks she's falling in love, it's lust
I'm in this bitch with the thugs, it's us
And I went Cartier bused down, crushed
Smell like I don't give a fuck about my loss
I pulled a strap out the side of the face
Im inside of the Wraith with some mothefuckin weight
And i got killers surrounding the property
Why would you copy me? Fuck out my way
Shoutout my driver cause man I just told him to pull this bitch over
He know i don't play
I know you see we come from the street
Papa my killer he really elite
Fuck my wrist up, injury reserved
Pouring up codeine until i urn
Dope inside the truck, they pulled me over
I'm getting life, I can't afford to swerve
Kick a door and change fuck the planet
Trap money gave me the advantage
I got plugs from here to Calabasas
I could really re-up speaking Spanish
We got guns shootin fast force
Two hundred on the foreign dashboard
I get any drug you ask for
Switching cribs ducking task force
I ain't making hooping, hated practice
I'll lead you Gelato to the trappers
Bow to Choppers, give them to the shooters
Still screaming, rest in peace to Boosa
100k and hundreds in the ghetto
Rip his arm behind till it's yellow
I remixed the dope until it's gray
I just made like 15K today
Junky house 30 days straight
Begging me to leave some on the plate
Trying to convince the plug the center on it
Then one day he telling me the way
I've been sending pees to different states
Trap jumping, digi about to break
I don't serve a n*gga ion know em
I don't know the type of shit I had you fight a case
You don't believe how much I really make
Fuck rap I'm known for making plays
Track and numbers said it's on the way
Never made it drove a nigga crazy
I pulled a strap out the side of the face
Im inside of the Wraith with some mothefuckin weight
And i got killers surrounding the property
Why would you copy me? Fuck out my way
Shoutout my driver cause man I just told him to pull this bitch over
He know I don't play
I know you see we come from the street
Papa my killer he really elite
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Writer(s): Deonte Taylor, Martrel Reeves, Trevion Belton
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