Elo
[Intro: AC640]
(Yoyo the producer)
(Bo Jackson, n***a)
[Verse 1: AC640]
Pop my door, I'm doing it quick
We got her on twos, swiss-cheese his whip
And I don't miss with them switches
I got hats on my belt, I'm the reason why your dead-ass man swimming with the fishes
I could turn a one into two but I really fell in love with the killing
I don't care if you crack one n***a, that shit too easy
I done cracked three n***as, one Peezy
I get on my vic and I turn into a creep
When I fled that scene that n***a was bleeding
We stand on shit with a gun or a sword
For the love of that money, I'ma collect my reward
For the love of that money, I'ma get shit done
I was 12 years old when I picked up a gun
Shit really fucked up in the city, gotta work around the west
Better ask how I leave shit flat
[?] stop this car
Tryna catch two in one with this blatt
And shhh got knocked off that motherfucking bike
You get sent down to Heaven [?] like a dyke
He had a gun in the streets, you wasn't using it right
When you're deep in the war, you better play your mirrors at night
I know I'ma be good 'cause the streets in the jail, on Kat I'ma be tight
I'ma rock a n***a to sleep with this knife
When I ride out the A you know we ride with that Mic'
And I really got hats on my belt, tryna jump in this shits like playing with your life
I'm really a demon like Satan
When I'm working the switch it's like Tom off the Pacers
And I'm fucking with 5, we going on capers
And Benji don't like you, I hate you
And we standing on business for Low
If you speak on that name then your ass gotta go
[Verse 2: Benji Blue Bills]
(Elo)
We left his ass dead in the store
You speak on my brother, we banging his fro
We smoke his ass like a joe
Can I get some money?" I told the bitch, "Hell no"
I'm losing the count on this score
I walk down the opp, and I roll up his dead bro
Brain time 'til I see Jello
I pop out the dark, like "hello my n***a, what's going?"
Long live Elo, I'm keeping on stepping on n***as
Get over here, where is you going?
I'm swinging that stick while I'm rich, I don't give a fuck
I flip the clip and I keep blowing
I'm standing right behind that bitch
That bitch it got kick, I feed that stick and it keep flowing
[Verse 3: AC640]
And if 12 get behind this whip I ain't slowing down
N***a, you know I'ma keep going
And you know I ain't saving no bitch, she fucking all the men, that lil' bitch horny
My Drac' real dirty as shit, it fucked up your block, and that lil' bitch a whore
I'm a rapper but I still go get in that car and go fuck up your block some more
I'll fuck up your block again
Like two, three n***as get shot when I bend
When you ride with them Drac's and your two-cars deep, hop out and you boxing 'em in
On Kat I ain't fighting no n***as, them 7.62s like Mike when they hit you
This the last time I say it, n***a, if you speak on Low, on Kat I'ma get you
[Outro: AC640]
(On Kat if you speak on Low your ass gon' get cracked n***a, I'm not playing)
(Yoyo the producer)
(Bo Jackson, n***a)
[Verse 1: AC640]
Pop my door, I'm doing it quick
We got her on twos, swiss-cheese his whip
And I don't miss with them switches
I got hats on my belt, I'm the reason why your dead-ass man swimming with the fishes
I could turn a one into two but I really fell in love with the killing
I don't care if you crack one n***a, that shit too easy
I done cracked three n***as, one Peezy
I get on my vic and I turn into a creep
When I fled that scene that n***a was bleeding
We stand on shit with a gun or a sword
For the love of that money, I'ma collect my reward
For the love of that money, I'ma get shit done
I was 12 years old when I picked up a gun
Shit really fucked up in the city, gotta work around the west
Better ask how I leave shit flat
[?] stop this car
Tryna catch two in one with this blatt
And shhh got knocked off that motherfucking bike
You get sent down to Heaven [?] like a dyke
He had a gun in the streets, you wasn't using it right
When you're deep in the war, you better play your mirrors at night
I know I'ma be good 'cause the streets in the jail, on Kat I'ma be tight
I'ma rock a n***a to sleep with this knife
When I ride out the A you know we ride with that Mic'
And I really got hats on my belt, tryna jump in this shits like playing with your life
I'm really a demon like Satan
When I'm working the switch it's like Tom off the Pacers
And I'm fucking with 5, we going on capers
And Benji don't like you, I hate you
And we standing on business for Low
If you speak on that name then your ass gotta go
[Verse 2: Benji Blue Bills]
(Elo)
We left his ass dead in the store
You speak on my brother, we banging his fro
We smoke his ass like a joe
Can I get some money?" I told the bitch, "Hell no"
I'm losing the count on this score
I walk down the opp, and I roll up his dead bro
Brain time 'til I see Jello
I pop out the dark, like "hello my n***a, what's going?"
Long live Elo, I'm keeping on stepping on n***as
Get over here, where is you going?
I'm swinging that stick while I'm rich, I don't give a fuck
I flip the clip and I keep blowing
I'm standing right behind that bitch
That bitch it got kick, I feed that stick and it keep flowing
[Verse 3: AC640]
And if 12 get behind this whip I ain't slowing down
N***a, you know I'ma keep going
And you know I ain't saving no bitch, she fucking all the men, that lil' bitch horny
My Drac' real dirty as shit, it fucked up your block, and that lil' bitch a whore
I'm a rapper but I still go get in that car and go fuck up your block some more
I'll fuck up your block again
Like two, three n***as get shot when I bend
When you ride with them Drac's and your two-cars deep, hop out and you boxing 'em in
On Kat I ain't fighting no n***as, them 7.62s like Mike when they hit you
This the last time I say it, n***a, if you speak on Low, on Kat I'ma get you
[Outro: AC640]
(On Kat if you speak on Low your ass gon' get cracked n***a, I'm not playing)