ELON ft. TG Fee Lyrics

Tg Fee

In a coupe flying outerspace

Bitch I feel like elon

Bitch I ball

Teach my son to ball

Shadeur sanders, dion

Marni slippers

Match the chrome hat

Thats the shit I be on

Steady shittin on these niggas

But I know i'm the one

Look

Listen to the words

or you might fuck around and miss it

Yo bag a gucci

My bag a louis

Quality

Its a difference

Yeah

Kaws toys all around the crib

Like i can't grow up

Munyun got my pockets pregnant

8 months in them shits showin

Uh

Two bitches

Inna brand new coupe

And my roof missin

Who didn't?

Talking bout them hoes

Man you know I hit em'

I got balenci's

Inna amiri bag

I can't tell the difference

My ex hit my phone

She wanna link

Said it's been a minute

Austin2Glocks

A-M-G lights

Shinnin' on my thraxx gang joggers

She lookin at me like

Imma change her life

But i aint finna call her

Don't stop at no street lights

Gotta call for the blues

I'll be back by the morning

This my son

I aint finna take no test

I aint runnin like maury

Yeah

Fuckin her slow

Omar epps

Lost my dribble

Damn

Charleston white

Tryna stab to the cream

Shit so simple

Nnyeah

She driving the boat

30 shots up

I barely can feel it

I'm slidin these one's on her ass

But I'm thinkin bout

Makin a million

Tg Fee

In a coupe flying outerspace

Bitch I feel like elon

Bitch I ball

Teach my son to ball

Shadeur sanders, dion

Marni Slippers

Match The Chrome Hat

Thats the shit I be on

Steady shittin on these niggas

But I know I'm the one

Look