Lyrics:
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
she twerk[02:47.42]Put in work[02:48.39]Instagram, she gon' lurk[02:50.30]I'm the man, watch her squirt[02:52.29]Got me pissed like R Kelly
watched you beat up this nigga on Kelly, shit i got the chills
My god man, i thought you was ill
Wanted to be just like you so i copped a Mazda just
Feel like Melly Yeah, I'm up behind them bars, Yeah, I'm in
My celly Yeah, yo, man, he's fuckin' on the Minors
Might be Robert Kelly, yeah, finish
at the Neck Chop Bar
Right where us killers hang out at night
And in walks a man I've never seen before
He took the table by the door
And signaled for
R. Kelly and HOV, coke or the dope, we got the best of the both worlds (both)
I throw it up like I'm gon' hurl (Dirt Gang)
Always on, but he don't
headie (That way, that way)
Far from petty, gang slid on the L and got R, not Kelly (Woi, woi)
Swish or dunk on punks, man get real close, I don't know
up my cup
2002 Escalade, Billy grill on my truck
Now hold up man, top down in the Bentley
With a bad chick, in my tape Monica Lewinsky
Made a mill
want to battle
You blew up like Roseanne's belly
Your style's too old to do me like Aaliyah and R. Kelly
Fear and superstition could get iller than
of the walls of your glass house of a home
They can't handle my storm, shattered by the stones that you've thrown
I can't believe you wanna battle, are you deaf
(Say what? Say what?) I'm a bad, bad man
Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight and The Pips
The Five-Foot
and I have got different plans
Real mad man, I might go Saint Anne's
No triple A pass, no wristbands
You are not mandem, you are not gang
"Tracksuit
with no cash flow, is like Luke without his gaped teeth
So forget, what my Porsche cost
Just realize I got enough do', to pay for R. Kelly's court
Yeah, y'all nigaas finished yo
Is y'all niggas finished
Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all
eyes, got me hypnotized by you, baby (who's bad?)
Yea, yea, yea-yea (who's bad?)
It's good to see that you are able to step outside and meet new people
it costs
Were blowing up
But you man are blowing off
Blad, you're blowing out
You told Logan you're Mix CD was finished
But you're constipated,
drugs overdosing I can't help myself
Buying pounds by the dozen I can't help myself
I got suicide doors cuz I might kill myself
Bad habits make me
applying
Opps R. Kelly cause I leave em flying
Stop while ahead cause this Glock ain't no sign
If it's snakes in the grass then I'm shooting at mine
Can't
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
em up
I'm telling you these niggas Betty crocker soft Crack a egg and I mix em up
I came in the game to Switch it up
They been sleeping on me time
the lord of your own dance in stereo sound
[Eggs]
Everyone's a DJ so get in the mix
You can't all spin the decks cause most of you are dicks
Act like big
outside, yeah, that's my ho
And the R. Kelly playing while we grind slow
I got cake to make
Look my niece in her eyes, you forever straight
Bought a $60
pop
Don’t go mix me up, no hot pot
Don’t go mix me up, no hot pot
It’s hard to see y’all in my box
It’s hard to see y’all in my box
Every moment in
Columbus is my birth place
Buzz bigger than where R. Kelly dropped his sextape
[DJ Jus:]
Damn
Shout out to all the DJ's out there
That's doing their thing
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