Eli

Pooh, you a fool for this one Yeah, this for them thug niggas, you heard me? We all got them trials and tribulations We all got a lotta niggas hatin' But you know we gotta capitalize off that shit You hear me? Bitch I really be rappin', all my niggas really be trappin' You hear me? But tell me what's the difference though This for Lil Ben (Ben) Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it I done did it again This for them niggas that post in them trenches They callin' again, YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I'mma zip him I'm fallin' again, that's my nigga, if he down, I'mma lift him Roll up a 'gar, start up the car, let's get off in some shit Montana say he think somebody snitchin' in the clique This shit ain't playin', ain't no tellin' how worser can it get Let it play out 'cause if it's true then I'mma split his shit I cut his water short, I put that on my soul We get it in how we live, they don't know Death at the corner, devil on me, my heart cold Heard these niggas want it, grab the cutter, time to roll Creep through the house, we let out shots the first minute we see 'em MAC with a suppressor, once I bust it, they'll never hear 'em Bitch we really steppin', he want pressure, I wouldn't wanna be him 'Til that nigga die I open fire every time I see him Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo that we gon' get 'em though Every day I'm runnin' with some hittas straight up out that four Really big B livin', sellin' drugs right up off the porch Play 'round with my money, squeeze his neck until he fuckin' choke 'Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the nigga that ratted on me Got these tats in my face and I scream NBA What the fuck do you mean it's tatted on me I'mma post in the Nawf with a TEC up on me I'mma walk through the mall with a check up on me Got a gun on my waist, that you know I don't play that I want a nigga for to take it from me I heard these pussy niggas hatin' on me I guess that he pray to the devil They know that we stay 'bout whatever If he play then you know we gon' stretch him I'm runnin' with some cold steppers They don't got no mind, they reckless Say he gon' rob me, you know I won't let him Stay with that Glock and you know I'm a felon This for Lil Ben Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it I done did it again This for them niggas that post in them trenches They callin' again, YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I'mma zip him I'm fallin' again, that's my nigga, if he down, I'mma lift him Roll up a 'gar, start up the car, let's get off in some shit Montana say he think somebody snitchin' in the clique This shit ain't playin', ain't no tellin' how worser can it get Let it play out 'cause if it's true then I'mma split his shit