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Lil Dude

"Elite"

[Intro]
Luciano
Got Wack on this motherf*cker with me
Luciano
You on the track with Wack, man
Ayy

[Chorus]
My father left the house‚ didn't know where he went (Where he go?)
This time is money‚ n*gga‚ and I ain't got time to spend
I'm laughing at these n*ggas behind five percent (Hahaha)
I lost my n*ggas, put they names up on my skin (On gang)
I ain't gon' raise no lil' n*ggas, I'ma raise some men (On God)
Thirty in that F&N‚ dislike him, we gon' spin a bend (Trapnanana)
Why these n*ggas envy him?
Conversations, me and Benjamin
Hoppin' out that damn Mercedes Benz
Smokin' pack‚ it smell like dead man (Trapnanana)

[Verse 1]
Call of Duty, I see red men
Got fast-fast sh*t up in the engine
Shots went off, ooh, he did it
That b*tch shoot, she a mystic
Drinkin' on lean, she can't hit it
Droppin' a song, they copy, amendment
Head up, I'm living relentless
Keep poppin' them 30's, he off that fifth sh*t (Trapnanana)
Chopper kickin', it won't miss sh*t
Tats on my face, I can't get sh*t
f*ck a nine to five, I'm clickin'
We outside his house and we sittin'
That's if he wanna get busy
Too much codeine on my kidney
I'm selling McGuire, I got that Lizzie
One hit down, them cluckers dizzy
I'm ridin' around with free car Diddy
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, these n*ggas be petty
Turn a five star hotel to a trap
I can make a million up out of this 'telly
I walk with a toaster, can't be jelly
Get caught in a jam, ain't no tellin'
These n*ggas be timid, how can't you tell it?
These n*ggas gon' sell they ass if they can sell it (On God)

[Chorus]
My father left the house, didn't know where he went (Where he go?)
This time is money, n*gga, and I ain't got time to spend
I'm laughing at these n*ggas behind five percent (Hahaha)
I lost my n*ggas, put they names up on my skin (On gang)
I ain't gon' raise no lil' n*ggas, I'ma raise some men (On God)
Thirty in that F&N, dislike him, we gon' spin a bend
Why these n*ggas envy him?
Conversations, me and Benjamin
Hoppin' out that damn Mercedes Benz
Smokin' pack, it smell like dead man (Trapnanana)

[Verse 2]
I ride for my people (My people)
I ride for my people (Trapnanana)
We shoot Desert Eagles (Eagles)
If you elite, you lethal (You lethal)
I'm balling like the Pelicans, get down like Beanie Sigel (Get down or lay down)
These n*ggas playin' too much defense
We on offense, we gon' beat you (Luciano)

[Chorus]
My father left the house, didn't know where he went (Where he go?)
This time is money, n*gga, and I ain't got time to spend
I'm laughing at these n*ggas behind five percent (Hahaha)
I lost my n*ggas, put they names up on my skin (On gang)
I ain't gon' raise no lil' n*ggas, I'ma raise some men (On God)
Thirty in that F&N, dislike him, we gon' spin a bend
Why these n*ggas envy him?
Conversations, me and Benjamin
Hoppin' out that damn Mercedes Benz
Smokin' pack, it smell like dead man (Trapnanana)

[Outro]
My people

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