Elim Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Ye-ye-yeah)

(Yeah)

(Ye-ye-yeah)

(Yeah)

Liquor go straight to my gut like, yeah (Go straight to my gut like-)

Another bitch she wanna fuck like, yeah (Another bitch she wanna fuck)

That boy laced the pack we send him to the air (Send him to the air)

Whatever you making, I'm making it double this life ain't fair (Like ain't fucking fair)

Yeah-ah

YSL in the cage like, free them (Free Thug)

That boy was touching the pack, we had to hit him with an elim (bah, bah, bah)

I gotta go MIA for a while to grow out my tree limbs (Grow out my tree limbs)

Grinding my way to the top, they're looking at me like "he's him" (Like, he's him)

Yeah

(Like, he's him)

(Get the fuck out the-)

Who let him cook, get the fuck out the kitchen

Pussy lil' boy should be washing the dishes

I'm with your bitch I put her in submission

Double-O Seven I'm up on a mission

You cannot talk bitch you need my permission

Why you keep dropping those songs when you missing

I'll make her get on her knees she a Christian

Reach for my hand, you were just fucking dissing

Gone off the oxy, I can't even listen

Now he keep talking like "Markey you tripping"

You keep on shooting you ain't even hit shit

I know they seeing the vision

Break her in half like I'm doing division

They cannot talk under my supervision

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah-ah

Yeah-ah

Liquor go straight to my gut like, yeah (Go straight to my gut like-)

Another bitch she wanna fuck like, yeah (Another bitch she wanna fuck)

That boy laced the pack we send him to the air (Send him to the air)

Whatever you making, I'm making it double this life ain't fair (Like ain't fucking fair)

Yeah-ah

YSL in the cage like, free them (Free Thug)

That boy was touching the pack, we had to hit him with an elim (bah, bah, bah)

I gotta go MIA for a while to grow out my tree limbs (Grow out my tree limbs)

Grinding my way to the top, they're looking at me like "he's him" (Like, he's him)

Yeah