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Illi Elz

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Yeah, nigga, it's whatever Yeah, bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I ain't him I never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put them choppers down Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down
Yeah, it's Illi and Gotti If I'm on the track, then you know it's a body
If she in the whip, then you know she a hottie
Rollin' up woods and it's probably Biscotti
Blogs put a nigga business out Knock him down, they'll switch him out
I got opps I don't know about Stand on business, we don't talk about it
Only time y'all in the street is when you beat your feet
Or they puttin' chalk around you I get in my bag, pull a coffin out it
I don't know you, I won't even talk around you
We do real numbers, real shells, Benny Hunter's
I take a nigga under, watch 300
These the new Yeezys before they drop, yeah, call them Dundas
Jay say I got the thunder Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed the summer, put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drill dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' around real killers
Hush guy, he ain't frontin' no f*ck niggas
Big step, whip stomp on you lil' niggas
Niggas say they slayin', nobody dyin' though
Uh, your network in the four, but what would they land for
Yeah, go dollar for dollar, shot up for shot up
We can go 30 for 30, I'm scholarship guided
You gave a bitch a Birkin, I just gave her some knowledge
Pull up in something low mileage, I don't need a stylist
And I'm bein' honest, probably got your baby mama
Inside it my hand on the back of her bonnet
I'm in the street lookin' for commas
My bitch at the crib still lookin' for condoms
I'm tryin' to lace her with knowledge
You get a lil' pussy, then lace her with diamonds
I understood the assignment, heard Gotti was lookin
Ain't no need to find him
Get Lenny and tell him I'll sign it facts
This shit, it can't fit in my wallet, yeah
Steppin' so hard, I got callus, dammit
Gotti, this shit ain't no challenge
He gave me the pack and I ran it
Y'all niggas never drop weight like Khaled
Give me my dollars and shit, for these niggas here
Put em' all in your whip
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Y'all niggas sick, and y'all niggas ill
All of my niggas, you name it
Just bought into DC, you name it
I gave him the pack and he tanked it
25 pence and he drank it
Just showed her my account and she fainted
Showed him the plug and he thanked me
Ayy, Gotti, you low, you janked me
Lil' bitch just post me brainless
My neighborhood famous
Rich, crash for tourists
Ayy, why your jewelry blurry
All my jewelry flawless
All my niggas thalless
None of my niggas sanctified
But they be throwin' crosses
All my fortunes offset
All my diamonds, feathery set
That my lil' savage, I stamp that
My bitch like the same sex, yeah
I see the same niggas doin' the same shit every day
Different nigga, yeah, I had to go and make a way
Any day is another million dollar play
It's like 70 mil now, another hundred on the way

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