Brag Swag

Lyrics

[Intro: Elzhi] Yeah, yeah, this your boy Elzhi Finally here now It's been a minute though You know what I'm sayin? I came up from nothin Doing my thing, so I got the right to brag swag Making money off music I create {"Create"} [Verse 1] Yo, the day that Hell snowed is when El fold, poetry's well told It's entertaining, keep niggas training like the railroad Stingman, what I bring in is dope as the kingpin Slinging, OG's threw me beneath the wingspan Expert, through the less dirt, but still my TEC squirt Bucked, then it gets tucked in, just like a dress shirt Been a beast in a winter fleece, now for your dinner feast With the pen unleashed, if there's a priest with inner peace Quick to lead, stick chicks of the thicker breed Get fricasseed with trigger speed, you puffing nigga weed I buy $100 bags, Cadillacs, Impalas, Jags Yeah, I show you how to brag, while the hours drag Spit quotes that slit throats, bet it could split boats Get votes off shit road, I'm the legit G.O.A.T No statistic, to bitch niggas I'm chauvinistic I tote a biscuit, carry arms like shoulder discs [Chorus] (*scratching*) {"You heard what I said"} {"Making money for the music that a nigga create"} {"Making money for the music that a nigga create"} {"Nigga you heard what I said"} {"Making money for the music that a nigga create"} {"Makin money, money"} {"For the, for the, music that a nigga create"} [Verse 2] Remain a fresh goon 'til my flesh prune, you'll need a vest soon To catch a chest wound, now you rest above the crest moon On your block, get your door knocked, then by my warlocks Who wore Glocks and left you with stains too deep for Clorox Run rap beneath sun cap, levels is untapped Done laps around a spun mat, hoes get their buns slapped Y'all panic for all static, that's what I call frantic Looking shook as a small planet becoming volcanic Off top y'all soft pop, weak as a cough drop I love cop to stop in the mall so I can club shop Veteran, you better involve us all in the lettering If I don't get your girl wetter than, I must have met her twin Create rhymes that are straight bombs and call 'em Napalm I date dimes and maybe an eight if she got great palms 'Nough said, get at a rough dread so I could puff red I cuff bread, I'm paid and got maids that could fluff beds I even snuff heads [Chorus] (*scratching*) {"Hey yo"} {"Hey yo"} {"Yo, yo"} {"Nigga you heard what I said"} {"Making money for the music that a nigga create"} {"Nigga you heard what I said"} {"Making money for the music that a nigga create"} {"Making money for the music that a nigga create"} {"Create"} - scratched