Elvis
Ey
(?), yeah, ah, ey

We give
We give headshots
My bro a real killer, caught a body and then he sold crack rocks (yeah)
I don't even smoke (nah)
But today I smoke dead opps (oh)
Hittas say they get a lot of money
But I know, the cookies are have-nots
Ey yo, my bro, he shoots when I say so (yeah)
You son of a bitch (Bang), we pull up with Dracos
You already know, bitch, we pull up with red dots
Aiming at your head-tops, bad bitch, I give her backshots

What do we want? Hitta, we want action
Told my opp I'll kill him and I really caught him lacking
I'm never capping (never)
What I say, is gon' happen (yeah)
Now he's in the blunt, that me and my hittas pass (ooh)
You know the vibes
Your mom is crying, because her son is dead now (ah)
Bitch, I'm trapping
I spin the block (scurr) and I'm clapping opps
Up in the hood I trap and serve the crack addicts (yeah)
And they keep coming back, it's a bad habit
Look, I'm strapped, I'm a mobster
And I kill the shit like a monster
I'm a beast, as if I was your father
Roll up the dead opps with the grubber
Here we go, I'm a gangster
And you motherfucker a wankster
I move fast in the Benz car
Look, I shoot with the Glock out of the window

We give
We give headshots
My bro a real killer, caught a body and then he sold crack rocks
I don't even smoke (nah)
But today I smoke dead opps
Hittas say they get a lot of money (ah-ah)
But I know, the cookies are have-nots
Ey yo, my bro, he shoots when I say so
You son of a bitch, we pull up with Dracos
And you know, what's up, look, we pull up with red dots
Aiming at your head-tops, bad bitch, I give her backshots

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