Elmer Fudd (feat. Nefew)
Shit got me feeling like Gucci Mane
That's who I feel like right now Gucci
Wop, okay let's do it
I was way too trapped
Situation sticky so I stayed two straps
Just like two dyke bitches Mr Stay Too Strapped
You should check ya city spot news
See who got clapped
All these bitches say I'm rude
Give a fuck bitch move back
Said he took from Four that's bap
Illustrator I don't rap
My major went to school for trap
She don't want no YSL purse
She say Chanel her or it's cap
Don't let me fuck ya bitch
Kus once ya bitch get fed up it's a wrap
Two two twin cutters
Call em twin brothers
Think they look alike I know they got the same mother
Fucker
Shoot like this the Rucker
Get to glitching, I ain't eat supper
Couple independent brothers
Getting that bread and butter
Chop his head chop
Off the guillotine
We done made a bunch of gwap
Off the triple beam
Sippin that red or that Wok
It just make me lean
Chicken head bawk bawk
But she can't say shit to me
That's a shotty
Bachdoor Elmer Fudd
Rather count that fuck the club
Told that bitch we never was
Just kus you let me fuck I ain't your boyfriend bitch
If any ya brothers think they tough ask can they duck that switch
Been a gremlin
Knew that perc was fake
I popped a couple
Sold a couple
Cuff my brothers
Showed em hustle
Cuff my cousin he gone buss ya
Nigga all this weight don't need no muscle
Big big dog don't need no muzzle
Nigga you don't fuck with me then fuck you
Fuck nigga let ya mama love you
Naw fr
Never cried but I got on denim tears
Wipe ya nose
Wipe ya ass
Wipe ya ears naw fr
Me and Four like Bank and Gucci
Wipe ya down feel like Boosie
We got trophies for this shit
When it come to trap, hitting licks or shooting
Nigga tried to take my started jacket
Just like school I ain't go
Go drake for drake
Go Bape on Ape
Go eye for eye
Go toe for toe
Treat the beat like sloppy joe
Got micro drake inside my coat
Fore' I cop a deuce I'll drop a four
SRT peddle in the floor
See it was just another day
In these south Atlanta bricks
Just a young nigga thuggin' servin hittin' licks
Just another trapper
You just another fish
Just another glizzy nigga
Just another switch
Menace to society, yea I got the tape
Ay Nephew bruh hold on you steady showing this mother fuckin' tape you need to chill bruh
Man come on let's do it
We gone come on
That's who I feel like right now Gucci
Wop, okay let's do it
I was way too trapped
Situation sticky so I stayed two straps
Just like two dyke bitches Mr Stay Too Strapped
You should check ya city spot news
See who got clapped
All these bitches say I'm rude
Give a fuck bitch move back
Said he took from Four that's bap
Illustrator I don't rap
My major went to school for trap
She don't want no YSL purse
She say Chanel her or it's cap
Don't let me fuck ya bitch
Kus once ya bitch get fed up it's a wrap
Two two twin cutters
Call em twin brothers
Think they look alike I know they got the same mother
Fucker
Shoot like this the Rucker
Get to glitching, I ain't eat supper
Couple independent brothers
Getting that bread and butter
Chop his head chop
Off the guillotine
We done made a bunch of gwap
Off the triple beam
Sippin that red or that Wok
It just make me lean
Chicken head bawk bawk
But she can't say shit to me
That's a shotty
Bachdoor Elmer Fudd
Rather count that fuck the club
Told that bitch we never was
Just kus you let me fuck I ain't your boyfriend bitch
If any ya brothers think they tough ask can they duck that switch
Been a gremlin
Knew that perc was fake
I popped a couple
Sold a couple
Cuff my brothers
Showed em hustle
Cuff my cousin he gone buss ya
Nigga all this weight don't need no muscle
Big big dog don't need no muzzle
Nigga you don't fuck with me then fuck you
Fuck nigga let ya mama love you
Naw fr
Never cried but I got on denim tears
Wipe ya nose
Wipe ya ass
Wipe ya ears naw fr
Me and Four like Bank and Gucci
Wipe ya down feel like Boosie
We got trophies for this shit
When it come to trap, hitting licks or shooting
Nigga tried to take my started jacket
Just like school I ain't go
Go drake for drake
Go Bape on Ape
Go eye for eye
Go toe for toe
Treat the beat like sloppy joe
Got micro drake inside my coat
Fore' I cop a deuce I'll drop a four
SRT peddle in the floor
See it was just another day
In these south Atlanta bricks
Just a young nigga thuggin' servin hittin' licks
Just another trapper
You just another fish
Just another glizzy nigga
Just another switch
Menace to society, yea I got the tape
Ay Nephew bruh hold on you steady showing this mother fuckin' tape you need to chill bruh
Man come on let's do it
We gone come on
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Writer(s): Justin Trayle Bell
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