Elimination P1 Lyrics

Yeah, I spy, huh, with my lil' eye

Yeah, the blues, huh, All in my bed, like I sleep in the sky

Naw I ain't give myself permission, nor a reason to die

Give me a reason I'm upping the fie

If it's up, it's just you and I

I'm with the grim reaper

Fuck your price, I get it cheaper

Leave it to me, don't leave it to beaver

I'm a felon, I don't catch no misdemeanor

This hoe want me and bro double teamer

Dirty hoe might take her to the cleaners

Pull up, yeah, like Stanley Steamer

Pull up, yeah, we in a beamer

Pour up, I put the Xan in the liter

Throw up, I think I got a fever

Hold up, I'm too turned off the meter

Yeah i'ma M.C with this hammer, no, can't touch this

Yo hoe wanna see what's up with this hammer, yeah, she wanna fuck this

Livin' my life, I don't need a buckle list

Fast life, no seatbelt, ain't bucklin

Yo chain out might as well go tuck it in

Them Zoes I'm with, they on some other shit

Lil P3dro da goat, yeah, the ugly duckling

Ain't duckin' shit, I see 12 and I'm duckin

Hoes ain't innocent, they out here fuckin

I learned that shit, yeah, from my brethren

Huh, yeah, DDK reese

If it's what we ain't lookin' for peace

Bro just had a baby, I'll kill for my niece

Boss shit yea I own, I do not lease

From the west to the south, to the north to the east

It depend where I'm at, you gon pay more for a feat

Stand on my money, I added four feet

I can't smoke with you gotta grabba your leaf

Whip out the Glock, like, who is you sizin'

Even off the clock, the money still pilin

She gettin' horny, my number she dialin

Bust on her face, aim for the eyelid

You wanna mansion, I want a island

12 pull up, I act like Joe Biden

Yeah, I'm goin dumb

Breakin' down cookies, I'm smokin' the crumb

I don't feel pain, yeah, nigga, I'm numb

If you go broke, you gon' become a bum

If I go broke, I'm run into some

She chew me up, just like bubble gum

Yeah, I'm fresh

Beatin' that pussy, makin' her hum

For the third time, she like, I'm bout to cum

She told me she love me, she got me like, um

She lookin' at me like, why you actin' dumb

Who the fuck said I was actin'

Walked out the front while I count up the back end

I'm adding more than what I'm subtractin

You can't see the stick, just know I ain't lackin

Drip too hard, they like, get him a napkin

Popped me a stick, I forgot what had happened

Hopped in the streets, I was adaptin

Now I got Benji Frank overlappin

Huh, yeah, talk on the beat, no I'm not rappin

Like toothpaste in the ghetto, naw I'm not cappin

Up all night, naw ain't no slackin

I get the racks in, yeah, Zoe say he got some new packs in

Shippin' them packs in, we don't need tracking

Give me a credit card, bet I could crack it

Jit like a Chiro, roll his ass up like a gyro

Huh, yeah, if you into it with me

Jit best go grab a Bible

Chop gon sing like American Idol