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Yung Eli! & Apostoli

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That boy not a shooter for real
I got niggas who still posted up in the trap and they prolly gone lose it for real
And that's prolly where I'mma be at if I never take off with this music for real
Fight
You don't want do it for real
Bow
Nigga we shootin to kill
It look nice but it get hard to chew wit this grill
If I'm hungry you losing your meal
No you can't stay at the crib lil' bitch
You better go 'head get a uber for real
And you been talkin real crazy nigga we got plenty Glocks better cool it for real
Big gas, got 3 or four blunts in rotation my nigga I'm zooted for real
I'm like boy is you stupid forreal?
Why the f*ck would you try my gang? Drive by aim
That nigga walkin' we ride by lames
Boy I'mma find where your grandma stay
Play no games but we ain't ever in the sidelines
Bye-bye, you can't even get my time
Why try? Only if you want die
It's okay we gone catch that boy outside
Damn, you come around wit' that cap, we gone whack 'em and say it's an accident
You tried to get out the trap wit' that rappin, that shit wasn't happening
I got your lil' baby girl in my crib and she doing the Kaepernick
After I buss make her bus to her base, when I call her you know she'll be back again
Back to back baddies she dirty she nasty like
She got a cake so I'm calling her patty
She call me daddy, she's doin' the trappin’
She flip it, and pack it, and wrap it in plastic
Coupe with the wings so we fly like Aladdin
Either that or we stacked in a big body Caddy
Talkin' and talkin' and talkin' that trash
I think he want smoke, ayo Eli dawg ask him
I’m like boy what’s the problem? Pipe down
I got the ice and its really bright now
I be shining jus' like a lighthouse
Fucked on his bitch and he wanna fight now
We keep some sticks in this bitch: Call of Duty
My boy got a clip on his hip like a movie
I bet I could turn your auntie to a groupie
I might put "Yung Eli!" all over her boobies
This lil' bitty bitch in the crib tryna do me
Cause my money long man I feel like Lil Uzi
They stealin' my style man I'm finna start suing
They tryna be me but can't do how I do it
This ain’t "Look Alive" but we finna start shootin
F&N, draco, the choppa start chewin'
Roll up a blizzy its fatter den sushi
Livin' my dream so It’s gotta be lucid
Been snappin since Eli said "I got some money to make"
Used to get sad from the opps when they hated, I swear it’s jus funny today
Cause the same ones who hated, man, they keep on tryna come and link up wit us
Oh that’s your girl? Damn, my bad, she ain't tell me that when she fuckin us
And it's prolly cause
They some f*ck niggas
And I’m down for a fight never duck niggas
Brand new rifle man, I’m tryna hunt niggas
Even young man, I never did trust niggas
You talking loud, please shut the f*ck up nigga
God damn enough is enough nigga
You be smoking that mid, if you smoke what I smoke
Man this gas pack gone have you stuck nigga
In this bitch and I’m just having fun
She want me to put kids on her tongue
That boy pussy he ain’t got no gun
Keep it honest I don’t give a f*ck
I swear I’mma say what I please
Show respect when you talkin’ to me
I can’t f*ck, pussy need some Febreeze
So I told that bitch hit her knees
Why would I stay in school? I make more than a teacher
I do what I want, you do what is cheaper
Your girl or my pockets, tell me what’s deeper
Get the f*ck off the mic, lil boy you a squeaker
And you need a whole lot of cash if you want a feature
She ain’t got no ass, lil boy you can keep her
And either she farted, or she a queefer
It do not matter I really don’t need her
Boy I'm the shit, we put him up in the sky like a blimp
Talking shit for a bitch? Boy you a simp
Nigga talkin’ crazy he can get hit
And the blicky got kick like a karate kid
I jus been coolin’ I’m riding wit sticks
You moving wassi, run your shit
That boy is a bitch, we gone hit a lick
She gave me bubbles like bathtub
Her ass fat like Santa
Said she love you, she cappin’
Got wozzles, it was fantastic
And I got ‘em like “damn!”, bitch I’m the man
Sold a myyute some soda and told him it’s xans
That nigga talkin’ I know he a fan
Come fend for your homie he finna get tanned!
He claim Jane but he from Milton
I pined his ting now he hurtin’
You are what you eat, so why’s he a pussy?
Cause I swear this yute is a virgin
You don’t want smoke, man fi cough from di grabba
Nize up the talks, go an suck on ya mudda
We put a wasteman right up in a blizzy
Wash ‘em like dishes he never recover
Wallah wallah, we finna pop by the summer, summer
We turning up ’til the sun up
I only stay wit my brothers
Cause dawgs turn to opps and it’s fucked up
And most of these shawtys pretending
Got mans bare F’d up like Fendi
She wanna sip on my Henny
Dip and come back like Woo on a Wednesday
To a hoe who tryna come back like the Woo
Couldn’t even give less of a f*ck ‘bout you
Too bad, so sad, you in touch with the truth
So you want me now that’s tough for you boo
Knew from the start how these bitches be movin’
You want me back? Are you dumb? Are you stupid?
Knew from the start how I’m choosy, goofy
You can’t be wifey, you just a groupie

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