30 On Ya Elbow

Lyrics

This an AR-15 bitch Not a .357 bitch Slide through the paint like Shawn Kemp There go bro there with the assist Auntie keep calling me, "Come back!" Any coke I cook come back Any Glock I shoot gon kill 'em Fuck that bitch and fuck her feelings! Too Tuff Tone back and he lit I'm on a bean this not some shit This not for you to cut ya sniff (Yuh) Back up, y'all got me started Don't wanna hear y'all tape they garbage Who done started Slitherman? Stepped in with a 100 grams Stepped in with 250 grams With a pocket rocket on my hip (Yeah Yeah Yeah) (Uh) Walk in that bitch with dubs Tete keep telling me "Tе amo", she love me Bookеr T this shit'll get ugly Boy broke as shit don't want money (Yeah) She broke as shit don't want money Candyman, candyman, candyman (Yuh) I got nose candy Bitch think she bad, bambi Bitch, do you understand me? Bitch, big Neph deserve a grammy Calm down, you're not in a loop Glock hit his head TULULULU-TUTUTU Somebody direct me to the party I can direct you to the molly This dope here might kill somebody This a cocaine and pill party Hold the fuck up slow it down Too much dope turn it down Unc' body in the lost and found Yuhhhh I cannot quit, hell nah Step in, brake the rail off Pray to god they don't tell on me Two time felon with crack on me Two time felon with heroin on me I got sleeves and bundles on me (Yuh) Bitch, I got sleeves I got sleeves, I got sleeves I got sleeves, I got sleeves I got sleeves, I got sleeves Bitch, I got sleeves I got bundles, I got bundles I got bundles, I got bundles I got bundles, I got bundles I got bundles