Elevator Music

(I Like it like that) (Can you break it like that?) (Don't know how to act) (Slow motion for me) (Slow motion for me) (Slow motion for me baby) (Slow motion for me) When i bring da drank Just know i'm gettin stuck Hella bitches in the spot You think i care dat you gettin fucked? Broke nigga wit some weed I'm just tryna boost my ego up Bitch keep talkin out her face I'm a have to go an shut her up If it's race nigga I'm the first runna up Can't buy a 8th Cause a nigga just burn it up When i set the play Best believe a nigga hittin home run Cuz said he wanted za I gave his ass a pack of fake runtz Lookin for the hoes wit no dad It's a big hunt Roll a 1.5 in yo wood Sayin "Big blunt" Said you was diffrent Lil mama dats a big front Yea i fled on the plug While i'm geeked off the drug nigga I been sleep I'm awake Roll a wood i'm finna bake I be pushin through the struggle I can eat without a plate I hate the bitch but love her shape Fat ass skinny waist Its a party at my crib They shakin ass not eat cake While they shakin ass I'm in the corner eatin steak Chris Paul throw a bitch up in the air My nigga dunk it it like he Blake Thinkin dat you finna cuff a nigga Dats a mistake Like why you sayin "Hangtime" Knowin that dat shit fake Nah for real tho They been dick ridin like some dildos Banna clip on the chop Tonight we finna peel those Fake booty on a bitch Say bye i need a real hoe Girl f*ck all that talkin Turn around an let me feel those We don't gotta f*ck on first night That's ideal tho Roll a 5.0 in my wood How i heal tho Plottin on you like a villain bitch I ain't yo hero Put the glock on my hip That shit cold cause it's steel tho Hatin on me but yo bank say zero Tryna sip all on my drank you a weirdo Up it on a nigga wit a shank like fear those I ain't fuckin witchu bitch my only rizz the Casamigos I got a bitch i'm flyin in she said she from the eastcoast She comin in my house but leave at night cause i don't feed hoes She ain't comin back cause her feet smell like cheetos Run a bitch to Seattle like i'm Beastmode (Ha) Spark another for this verse F*ck prayin to the god I'd rather talk to money first Pressed a button in a elevator Hopin that it work Back the f*ck up This a thousand dollar shirt I can ball without my shoes I like to cheat cause f*ck the rules Skippin class i left the school I broke her heart an took the tools Lemme take you for a ride And show you how i had to live When you back wit yo friends You can't tell em what we did Man tell em what we did Had yo ass dyin last time you slide Ain't steppin through my door again because dat pussy mid False shit brought on my name yea i forbid Wit the gang copped a new strain Now we off the grid F*ck nigga tryna touch my chain I'll pop his lid F*ck nigga tryna touch my game I'll drop a kid Ain't rappin for the fame Yea i'm rappin for the fun Aye mikey get up on dat nigga Look at how he run Niggas really fear da gang On my momma we don't need a gun Layin down on my first nut Bitch you ain't done Throw a pitch up at me Know a nigga hit a home run Throw a bitch up at me Nah nigga i don't need none Only wit em if they all about they queso Fresh asf in my Adidas sweats And my G fazos And if i up the blick up on nigga needa laylow Casuse the choppa spray it hit his dome And give dat boy a halo Man like what the f*ck this bitch on? Think she gettin a dime outta me She want the Gucci and Louis Vuitton I told dat bitch "Just hop up out the whip And find a way home" "And i already blocked ya number So just leave me alone"