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Eli Fross
Featuring(s) : Fredo Bang
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[Intro: Eli Fross] Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo (Great John on the beat, by the way) You know the drill, Fross [Chorus: Eli Fross] Uh, like what? Who that? Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck Get stressed, too tact' My .40 don't jam, yeah, it only go blast With this Jenny, it get active First name, "Henny," and last name "Action" Said what? He cappin' Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him [Verse 1: Eli Fross] I really go do what I rappin' if I stop doin' this music (Uh-uh) The scammers the ones that be clappin', shooters the ones that be shootin' (Uh-uh) The bitches the ones that be passin', know that my heart is confusin' (Uh-uh) I really go do what I rappin' if I stop doin' this music (Uh-uh) Like what? Uh, talk out your mouth, get punched Uh, and please, don't talk about shootеrs (Uh) 'Cause all of my shooters is clutch Are you dumb? Bеtter run Uh, you know that we shootin' for fun You know that this clip hold thirty, so thirty gon' come out my gun (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Bridge: Eli Fross] We spin your block like three deep, send shots, put a opp nigga on a T.V., ayy Put a opp nigga in PC, free all my guys at the Rock makin' movies, ayy Even John Cena can't see me 12 on my ass, take a trip to the Peace streets, ay Bro go steppin' with the GC Make one call, yeah, put a nigga six feet, ayy [Verse 2: Eli Fross] Glocks, shooters comin' at your top Free the M8V3Ns it's a must Free my brothers off the Rock Locked, not, foreign shit never stop Think I got some red bottoms (Uh) After steppin' on his top (Uh, uh, uh) Bae, pay attention, all of my niggas be really wit' it When we come through, we slidin', we hittin' niggas And these bullets be flyin' all through the distance Look, and we fuckin' the baddest bitches And they lookin' all pretty but get to clickin' When the liquor get in them they start to sinnin' (Blatt) Yeah, they really wit' it [Verse 3: Fredo Bang] Yeah, put a nigga straight on his back, if he try to run, he gon' land on his face Think I'm a vampire, ever since I got blood, I just need me a taste I'm with them soldiers Got fifties and .30s and switches on Dracs He think it's over, I just got the lo', we gon' make it a day Big stepper, really 'bout business, we stressed last time I played Big repper, I put him down, his brother still mad to this day A devil, my Glock from Australia, you better check on your mate I'm nothin' like Adam and Eve, I'ma cut the head off the snake These niggas be actin' like Rod Wave, we shoot 'em down up in broad day I'ma keep it on my side 'til my hip ache, the clip a foot long like Subway I'm a lil' demon, for real (Huh) These niggs just be stuntin' How you turned up to a fully? Huh, I get a picture, lil' buddy [Chorus: Eli Fross] Uh, like what? Who that? Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck Get stressed, too tact; My 40 don't jam, yeah, it only go blast With this Jenny, it get active First name, "Henny," and last name "Action" Said what? He cappin' Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him
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