[Verse 1]
You've been bangin' your whole life, still a nobody
If I slide me right now, who want more bodies? Shit
Yeah, nobody
In the trenches, I'm a gremlin, I got four bodies
You a gremlin, who you kill? Yeah, nobody
Tryna go against the don wearin' Foamposites
Got LeBron, goin' Jordan, you gon' jump, man
Wouldn't even take his chains, he be pump fakin'
Who wan' romp with the don? I'm a throat taker
Grim reaper in the night, I'm a soul snatcher
What we on? Is we beefin' or we chit-chattin'?
You poppin' it all on the 'Gram, we gon' chinstrap you

[Chorus]
Million followers and none of 'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
All headshots, but he felt it in his pelvis
You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
I catch you in the street, social media can't help you
[Verse 2]
Social media can't help you
R.I.P.'ed his mans on social media, he tellin'
I'm a convicted felon
He add me on the 'Gram, the police always bein' messy
Lookin' for a gun, the police all up in my section
What's the message?
Workin' with the team, might as well been a detective
Wanna pull me over 'cause he say my plates from Texas
Talkin' like he know I got a stash, I feel threatened, I feel threatened
Mister expert
All up in my ear, social media is hectic
I ain't kill nobody, I ain't even finna answer
Trouble keep on callin', I ain't even finna answer
You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you

[Interlude]
Shit, shit, n***a got all them followers and all that
Million followers and all that, n***a
Tell 'em jump up out that screen, n***a
Social media can't help you

[Chorus]
A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
I catch you in the street, social media can't help you (This call is being recorded)
[Outro]
Yeah, what's up, bro?
Ayy
Talkin' all that slick shit on Twitter, bro
Drop your location, I'm 'bout to pull up right now
I got my n***as with me
And they don't give a fuck about life
They don't care about nothin'
These n***as don't even raise they kids, you think they give a fuck about your life, n***a?
One of my n***a's mamas is dyin', n***a, she dyin'
The other one ain't even seen his mama, n***a
So you better believe, n***a
So what's up, n***a, is you ready to go?
Ayy, hold on, bro
N***a, let's roll
The fuck is you on? All that pump faking and talking (This real, n***a)
N***a, let's ride, n***a (Ayy, I'm on the motherfuckin' way, n***a)
I ain't wastin' no time with nothin', n***a (N***as tryna slide, n***a)
When I get to pull up and clickin' on these n***as
Ayy, look, n***a, we ready
We got all the shits, shits, shits, n***a
Here, n***a, you take mine then
N***a, let's go
Ayy, we got two of these motherfuckers, n***a, I'm on my way
Let's roll, friends
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