Elixer - bands fr #210 #843 (feat. pklove & SkuddaBandz) Lyrics

Walkin' walkin' with a stick, it's glued to my hip
She f*ck with me me because she heard that I'm a pimp
I'm smokin' smokin' til my lungs go out and I go limp
He talkin' but he got no bands I don't give a shit
Nah for real, got my bands I'ma still have to flex though
She tryna get a piece of me told her you next hoe
I got too many lined up can't fit in my schedule
I'm the king of the trap bring me my medal
Yeah, like where my medal at
She off the gas pack and she don't know how to act
Come f*ck with me, hoodbaby addicted to the trap
H-wood, baby, bitch, I'm from the 843
Come and f*ck with me
Chucktown native bitch, I was born in the streets
Always packin' heat, me n Skudda scoring pints
New Year's Eve and I catch a flight
Up all night on these f*ckin' drugs
I've been gettin' turnt, turnt, turnt till the sun comes
Boy, you so burnt up, yo ass should just give up
Yeah, yeah, bitch, you should give up
I put money on my name cuz bitch I'm a sinner
843 to 762 will rip right through ya
I put the stick in your mouth and blow blow off your madula
I-I'ma killer really nigga I feel like metal cooler
I ain't no gang beast nigga I don't smoke, no, no, no, tooka
I-I'm a money-gettin' nigga I only smoke that guwap
I'm pretty nigga stoner only smoke that, that, that moonrock
That Glock 19? They call me, call me, call me
The-the troopa