Lyrics

Eli
I still get butterflies, yeah
I still get butterflies
You can tell I ain't been the same since my brother died
I know a **** that'll blow you down for a four of wock
I know I **** that say he real but he for sure is not
Diamonds on my wrist
I got diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my bitch
I got diamonds on my hand and I got a stick
Please don't jump in my DM if it's about a bitch
What the fuck is that?
That's your bitch tryna suck me, she just sent a text
Tell 'em boys if they gon' come they better come correct
Man y'all **** play with choppas and I got the F
What the fuck is that?
Got so many chains on I can't hold my neck
It's always money on them books since I know he'll step
And why thеse **** say my name if they ain't talking facts?
If you ain't gon' keep it rеal why say my name at all?
Don't put my name next to no clown 'cause I am not involved
Could take an L and bounce back, yeah I can shake it off
If she ain't tryna give no head then tell her take a walk
Yeah, I guess I'm too legit
I like running bands up and bro like shooting shit
You do whatever for these hoes, that shit ain't making sense
These **** worried about a like, I'm tryna take a risk
Yeah, I cannot complain
My bitch be mad, I'm outside, I been out for some days
Bitch, I'm focused on this bag, I'm tryna make it shake
Let my cousin out them gangs, I pray that he make a way
Yeah, she know I'm too exclusive
BItch come over right now, I'm tryna make a movie
Do that funny shit again and I swear you gon' lose me
Damn I'm 'posed to be a rapper, I'm in a car with shooters
Racks can't fit inside my pocket so it's in a bag
Crazy that I'm having shit I never thought to have
Bitch I got it out the mud, why these **** mad?
They gon' think Corona over, bro forgot his mask
Getting money that's my habit
I can really turn a bad bitch into a savage
I can really work the AMG inside the traffic
I can really see the real bitch inside a rapper
Too much instigating
They be all up on my page they be Insta hating
I heard they came and took your Foreign, you wasn't making payments
Same **** laughing now, they gon' be crying later
Yeah, I guess I'm too legit
I like running bands up and bro like shooting shit
You do whatever for these hoes, that shit ain't making since
These **** worried 'bout a like, I'm tryna take a risk
Yeah, I cannot complain
My bitch be mad I'm outside, I been out for some days
Bitch I'm focused on this bag, I'm tryna make it shake
Let my cousin out them gangs, I pray he make a way
Written by: Jefferson Jean, Kaleb Rollins, Marc Soto, Queen Naija Bulls, Robert Grimaldi
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