I MET JESUS IN AN ELEVATOR
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๐ Lyrics
Find that boys killer and kill him myself
Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
Windows tinted on the whip, you can't even see us
Gang this gang that, where the fuck yo gang at
Kill cats hang rats, boutta make the gat rat
Sweats all black,and the mac gon clap, what it do
Bozo ass bitch lookin goofy, with a tool
Bitch I am a prodigy, not common but an oddity
Consciously, I tend to be a god most probably
Yous a wannabe of all my quality
But honestly, I don't even try when I body the
Beats that I make, in my room every day
Boutta make some shit outta air till the grave
When I get there imma mosh in the graveyard
If you want the smoke you can beef with my AR
Runnin up my checks till I'm fucked in the head
Five in the evening and I'm not outta bed
Ironically these hollows boutta fill him up with lead
Bullets through his neck till that whore with the dead
Fa fa fa fa
Smokin dope, no we floatin to the ceiling
Feelin fat but my pockets full of millions
Couple hoes tryna get up in the building
Playin hard to get I know you catching feelings
Tryna find another bitch but hoes be trippin
Got a couple hoes that paid a mil to put the tip in
Tryna find the one but I can't really go the distance
Boy you know I ball like I'm playing for the pistons
Better hand over that money you know imma flip it
Choppa get him dancing Michael Jackson how I thrill it
Gotta couple splits I'm booted up I'm feelin lifted
Pour a couple ounces of the deuce and then I mix it
She get to suckin while I drive I had to go pull over
I got a thotty that be off the molly when I'm sober
When I was young she didn't fuck with me but now I'm older
If you want smoke then pussy pull up imma call my soliders
And we jus skrt in rovers
That little bitch she wanna be with me she wanna know us
Told her I'm sorry I can't fuck with you when it's all over
Told her I'm sorry I can't fuck with you when it's all over
Told her I'm sorry yea
Find that boys killer and kill him myself
Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
Boutta meet Jesus
Find that boys killer and kill him myself
Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
Windows tinted on the whip, you can't even see us
Gang this gang that, where the fuck yo gang at
Kill cats hang rats, boutta make the gat rat
Sweats all black,and the mac gon clap, what it do
Bozo ass bitch lookin goofy, with a tool
Bitch I am a prodigy, not common but an oddity
Consciously, I tend to be a god most probably
Yous a wannabe of all my quality
But honestly, I don't even try when I body the
Beats that I make, in my room every day
Boutta make some shit outta air till the grave
When I get there imma mosh in the graveyard
If you want the smoke you can beef with my AR
Runnin up my checks till I'm fucked in the head
Five in the evening and I'm not outta bed
Ironically these hollows boutta fill him up with lead
Bullets through his neck till that whore with the dead
Fa fa fa fa
Smokin dope, no we floatin to the ceiling
Feelin fat but my pockets full of millions
Couple hoes tryna get up in the building
Playin hard to get I know you catching feelings
Tryna find another bitch but hoes be trippin
Got a couple hoes that paid a mil to put the tip in
Tryna find the one but I can't really go the distance
Boy you know I ball like I'm playing for the pistons
Better hand over that money you know imma flip it
Choppa get him dancing Michael Jackson how I thrill it
Gotta couple splits I'm booted up I'm feelin lifted
Pour a couple ounces of the deuce and then I mix it
She get to suckin while I drive I had to go pull over
I got a thotty that be off the molly when I'm sober
When I was young she didn't fuck with me but now I'm older
If you want smoke then pussy pull up imma call my soliders
And we jus skrt in rovers
That little bitch she wanna be with me she wanna know us
Told her I'm sorry I can't fuck with you when it's all over
Told her I'm sorry I can't fuck with you when it's all over
Told her I'm sorry yea
Find that boys killer and kill him myself
Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
Boutta meet Jesus
Find that boys killer and kill him myself
Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:21.30] Find that boys killer and kill him myself
[00:23.31] Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
[00:26.06] Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
[00:28.63] Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
[00:31.26] Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
[00:33.32] Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
[00:35.95] Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
[00:38.65] Windows tinted on the whip, you can't even see us
[00:41.28] Gang this gang that, where the fuck yo gang at
[00:43.88] Kill cats hang rats, boutta make the gat rat
[00:46.47] Sweats all black,and the mac gon clap, what it do
[00:49.57] Bozo ass bitch lookin goofy, with a tool
[00:51.96] Bitch I am a prodigy, not common but an oddity
[00:54.72] Consciously, I tend to be a god most probably
[00:57.11] Yous a wannabe of all my quality
[00:59.76] But honestly, I don't even try when I body the
[01:02.35] Beats that I make, in my room every day
[01:04.99] Boutta make some shit outta air till the grave
[01:06.75] When I get there imma mosh in the graveyard
[01:09.39] If you want the smoke you can beef with my AR
[01:11.93] Runnin up my checks till I'm fucked in the head
[01:14.58] Five in the evening and I'm not outta bed
[01:17.13] Ironically these hollows boutta fill him up with lead
[01:19.78] Bullets through his neck till that whore with the dead
[01:26.76] Fa fa fa fa
[01:30.33] Smokin dope, no we floatin to the ceiling
[01:33.07] Feelin fat but my pockets full of millions
[01:35.37] Couple hoes tryna get up in the building
[01:37.96] Playin hard to get I know you catching feelings
[01:40.86] Tryna find another bitch but hoes be trippin
[01:42.97] Got a couple hoes that paid a mil to put the tip in
[01:45.56] Tryna find the one but I can't really go the distance
[01:47.87] Boy you know I ball like I'm playing for the pistons
[01:50.72] Better hand over that money you know imma flip it
[01:53.39] Choppa get him dancing Michael Jackson how I thrill it
[01:55.64] Gotta couple splits I'm booted up I'm feelin lifted
[01:58.26] Pour a couple ounces of the deuce and then I mix it
[02:00.94] She get to suckin while I drive I had to go pull over
[02:03.78] I got a thotty that be off the molly when I'm sober
[02:06.33] When I was young she didn't fuck with me but now I'm older
[02:08.93] If you want smoke then pussy pull up imma call my soliders
[02:11.35] And we jus skrt in rovers
[02:12.80] That little bitch she wanna be with me she wanna know us
[02:15.28] Told her I'm sorry I can't fuck with you when it's all over
[02:17.88] Told her I'm sorry I can't fuck with you when it's all over
[02:20.43] Told her I'm sorry yea
[02:24.33] Find that boys killer and kill him myself
[02:26.62] Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
[02:29.02] Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
[02:31.70] Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
[02:34.21] Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
[02:36.53] Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
[02:39.17] Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
[02:41.56] Boutta meet Jesus
[02:44.92] Find that boys killer and kill him myself
[02:47.22] Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
[02:49.89] Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
[02:52.29] Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
[02:54.81] Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
[02:57.13] Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
[02:59.76] Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
[03:02.47] Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
[03:09.30]
[00:23.31] Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
[00:26.06] Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
[00:28.63] Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
[00:31.26] Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
[00:33.32] Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
[00:35.95] Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
[00:38.65] Windows tinted on the whip, you can't even see us
[00:41.28] Gang this gang that, where the fuck yo gang at
[00:43.88] Kill cats hang rats, boutta make the gat rat
[00:46.47] Sweats all black,and the mac gon clap, what it do
[00:49.57] Bozo ass bitch lookin goofy, with a tool
[00:51.96] Bitch I am a prodigy, not common but an oddity
[00:54.72] Consciously, I tend to be a god most probably
[00:57.11] Yous a wannabe of all my quality
[00:59.76] But honestly, I don't even try when I body the
[01:02.35] Beats that I make, in my room every day
[01:04.99] Boutta make some shit outta air till the grave
[01:06.75] When I get there imma mosh in the graveyard
[01:09.39] If you want the smoke you can beef with my AR
[01:11.93] Runnin up my checks till I'm fucked in the head
[01:14.58] Five in the evening and I'm not outta bed
[01:17.13] Ironically these hollows boutta fill him up with lead
[01:19.78] Bullets through his neck till that whore with the dead
[01:26.76] Fa fa fa fa
[01:30.33] Smokin dope, no we floatin to the ceiling
[01:33.07] Feelin fat but my pockets full of millions
[01:35.37] Couple hoes tryna get up in the building
[01:37.96] Playin hard to get I know you catching feelings
[01:40.86] Tryna find another bitch but hoes be trippin
[01:42.97] Got a couple hoes that paid a mil to put the tip in
[01:45.56] Tryna find the one but I can't really go the distance
[01:47.87] Boy you know I ball like I'm playing for the pistons
[01:50.72] Better hand over that money you know imma flip it
[01:53.39] Choppa get him dancing Michael Jackson how I thrill it
[01:55.64] Gotta couple splits I'm booted up I'm feelin lifted
[01:58.26] Pour a couple ounces of the deuce and then I mix it
[02:00.94] She get to suckin while I drive I had to go pull over
[02:03.78] I got a thotty that be off the molly when I'm sober
[02:06.33] When I was young she didn't fuck with me but now I'm older
[02:08.93] If you want smoke then pussy pull up imma call my soliders
[02:11.35] And we jus skrt in rovers
[02:12.80] That little bitch she wanna be with me she wanna know us
[02:15.28] Told her I'm sorry I can't fuck with you when it's all over
[02:17.88] Told her I'm sorry I can't fuck with you when it's all over
[02:20.43] Told her I'm sorry yea
[02:24.33] Find that boys killer and kill him myself
[02:26.62] Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
[02:29.02] Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
[02:31.70] Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
[02:34.21] Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
[02:36.53] Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
[02:39.17] Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
[02:41.56] Boutta meet Jesus
[02:44.92] Find that boys killer and kill him myself
[02:47.22] Do not trust dudes they be snitchin like elf
[02:49.89] Got an itchy trigga finga with murder on my mind
[02:52.29] Got a solid 30 minutes till I go and fuckin find
[02:54.81] Where you stay at, oh you at your mom's crib
[02:57.13] Imma split that lip with my pistol whip long clip
[02:59.76] Eyelids rolled back, boutta meet Jesus
[03:02.47] Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
[03:09.30]