N-N-Niggas tryna take me out, so I keep a pole
You was up at school, nigga, while I was tryna kick a do'
You was up at school, nigga, while I was tryna kick a do'
Don't say you gon' spin with me if you don't mean that shit
It's the shoes that I got on my feet, the same price as a brick
You postin' all that money on Insta, nigga you a lick
You say that's your brother, but you ain't slide, nigga, you a bitch
W-When they killed my dog, I ain't cry, I just loaded up
Saw my nigga layin' in that coffin, damn near threw up
B-But it's all good now, cause I got your back dawg
Gotta get a new phone, 'cause my shit tapped dawg
She think I'm out here cheatin', but I'm in the trap
P-Paperwork, hit the media, boy, you a rat
My sleep schedule f*cked up, I'm steady, servin' packs
Lil' nigga tryna buck up, that shit gotta whack
Lil' nigga tryna buck up, that shit gotta whack
Me and that 26, feel like Kobe and Shaq
All my niggas got guns, how the f*ck can I lack
This ain't fast food, it's your ass hit with a big Mac
We ran up in that nigga, travel left with a big stack
You got too many niggas in your circle, fix that- that- that- fix that
Chrisss - Elaia Lyrics
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N-N-Niggas tryna take me out, so I keep a pole
You was up at school, nigga, while I was tryna kick a do'
You was up at school, nigga, while I was tryna kick a do'
Don't say you gon' spin with me if you don't mean that shit
It's the shoes that I got on my feet, the same price as a brick
You postin' all that money on Insta, nigga you a lick
You say that's your brother, but you ain't slide, nigga, you a bitch
W-When they killed my dog, I ain't cry, I just loaded up
Saw my nigga layin' in that coffin, damn near threw up
B-But it's all good now, cause I got your back dawg
Gotta get a new phone, 'cause my shit tapped dawg
She think I'm out here cheatin', but I'm in the trap
P-Paperwork, hit the media, boy, you a rat
My sleep schedule f*cked up, I'm steady, servin' packs
Lil' nigga tryna buck up, that shit gotta whack
Lil' nigga tryna buck up, that shit gotta whack
Me and that 26, feel like Kobe and Shaq
All my niggas got guns, how the f*ck can I lack
This ain't fast food, it's your ass hit with a big Mac
We ran up in that nigga, travel left with a big stack
You got too many niggas in your circle, fix that- that- that- fix that
You was up at school, nigga, while I was tryna kick a do'
You was up at school, nigga, while I was tryna kick a do'
Don't say you gon' spin with me if you don't mean that shit
It's the shoes that I got on my feet, the same price as a brick
You postin' all that money on Insta, nigga you a lick
You say that's your brother, but you ain't slide, nigga, you a bitch
W-When they killed my dog, I ain't cry, I just loaded up
Saw my nigga layin' in that coffin, damn near threw up
B-But it's all good now, cause I got your back dawg
Gotta get a new phone, 'cause my shit tapped dawg
She think I'm out here cheatin', but I'm in the trap
P-Paperwork, hit the media, boy, you a rat
My sleep schedule f*cked up, I'm steady, servin' packs
Lil' nigga tryna buck up, that shit gotta whack
Lil' nigga tryna buck up, that shit gotta whack
Me and that 26, feel like Kobe and Shaq
All my niggas got guns, how the f*ck can I lack
This ain't fast food, it's your ass hit with a big Mac
We ran up in that nigga, travel left with a big stack
You got too many niggas in your circle, fix that- that- that- fix that
Writer: Chrisss Diorr
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