Elevator Music ft. 1kaiba Lyrics

(I Like it like that)

(Can you break it like that?)

(Don't know how to act)

(Slow motion for me)

(Slow motion for me)

(Slow motion for me baby)

(Slow motion for me)

When i bring da drank

Just know i'm gettin stuck

Hella bitches in the spot

You think i care dat you gettin fucked?

Broke nigga wit some weed

I'm just tryna boost my ego up

Bitch keep talkin out her face

I'm a have to go an shut her up

If it's race nigga

I'm the first runna up

Can't buy a 8th

Cause a nigga just burn it up

When i set the play

Best believe a nigga hittin home run

Cuz said he wanted za

I gave his ass a pack of fake runtz

Lookin for the hoes wit no dad

It's a big hunt

Roll a 1.5 in yo wood

Sayin "Big blunt"

Said you was diffrent

Lil mama dats a big front

Yea i fled on the plug

While i'm geeked off the drug nigga

I been sleep

I'm awake

Roll a wood i'm finna bake

I be pushin through the struggle

I can eat without a plate

I hate the bitch but love her shape

Fat ass skinny waist

Its a party at my crib

They shakin ass not eat cake

While they shakin ass

I'm in the corner eatin steak

Chris Paul throw a bitch up in the air

My nigga dunk it it like he Blake

Thinkin dat you finna cuff a nigga

Dats a mistake

Like why you sayin "Hangtime"

Knowin that dat shit fake

Nah for real tho

They been dick ridin like some dildos

Banna clip on the chop

Tonight we finna peel those

Fake booty on a bitch

Say bye i need a real hoe

Girl fuck all that talkin

Turn around an let me feel those

We don't gotta fuck on first night

That's ideal tho

Roll a 5.0 in my wood

How i heal tho

Plottin on you like a villain bitch

I ain't yo hero

Put the glock on my hip

That shit cold cause it's steel tho

Hatin on me but yo bank say zero

Tryna sip all on my drank you a weirdo

Up it on a nigga wit a shank like fear those

I ain't fuckin witchu bitch my only rizz the Casamigos

I got a bitch i'm flyin in she said she from the eastcoast

She comin in my house but leave at night cause i don't feed hoes

She ain't comin back cause her feet smell like cheetos

Run a bitch to Seattle like i'm Beastmode

(Ha)

Spark another for this verse

Fuck prayin to the god

I'd rather talk to money first

Pressed a button in a elevator

Hopin that it work

Back the fuck up

This a thousand dollar shirt

I can ball without my shoes

I like to cheat cause fuck the rules

Skippin class i left the school

I broke her heart an took the tools

Lemme take you for a ride

And show you how i had to live

When you back wit yo friends

You can't tell em what we did

Man tell em what we did

Had yo ass dyin last time you slide

Ain't steppin through my door again because dat pussy mid

False shit brought on my name yea i forbid

Wit the gang copped a new strain

Now we off the grid

Fuck nigga tryna touch my chain

I'll pop his lid

Fuck nigga tryna touch my game

I'll drop a kid

Ain't rappin for the fame

Yea i'm rappin for the fun

Aye mikey get up on dat nigga

Look at how he run

Niggas really fear da gang

On my momma we don't need a gun

Layin down on my first nut

Bitch you ain't done

Throw a pitch up at me

Know a nigga hit a home run

Throw a bitch up at me

Nah nigga i don't need none

Only wit em if they all about they queso

Fresh asf in my Adidas sweats

And my G fazos

And if i up the blick up on nigga needa laylow

Casuse the choppa spray it hit his dome

And give dat boy a halo

Man like what the fuck this bitch on?

Think she gettin a dime outta me

She want the Gucci and Louis Vuitton

I told dat bitch "Just hop up out the whip

And find a way home"

"And i already blocked ya number

So just leave me alone"