#ElevatorToTheFastLane Lyrics

Tryna run, tryna run down, he gon' need another plan

I just hit the bank, then I hit the runnin' man

Youngin' blow that Drake, hold it with the other hand

This ain't what you think, you can't get another chance

Told me that I couldn't, but I did it

Call me Johnny Test im with some redhead bitches

This shit high steak, it's a bread getting mission

Call me Chick-fil-A, I got bread, I got chicken

The way she work that head, got my mind blown

Give her one, give him two, that's a combo

If you need gas, then hit up Smokeyy.com, bro

AR quince ain't no stick, bitch, this a long pole

I might put the blicky in a long coat

Call me dad the way I put it in your mom, bro

I been scammin' like my name was Baby Tron bro

He a hater, bet he listen to my songs, though

I ain't pushin' P, bitch, I'm pushin' em gorillas

Niggas tryna beef, I been tryna get up with them

Wocky make me sleep, and it's fuckin' up my liver

Let her roll the sheet, and she fucked it up a little

Call me Gordon Ramsay, made 100 in this kitchen

Took that nigga bread, and that youngin' started bitchin

Workin' on my wrist, I told that youngin' hit them dishes

This ain't time to play, lil' bitch, I'm tryna run a business

I'm the only goblin, you can never be, nah

Look at my wrist, got my watches than a TV

Where he get his drip, got them wonderin' like Stevie

Now they on my tip cause I make this shit look easy, make this shit look easy

Pockets gettin' greasy, rubber band the bread

Got my mattress lookin' beefy, Lotto got me wheezing

High tech got me dreamin', when she eat it up

It feel like shorty started teethin, Hop back on the beat

On my fuck shit, dumb shit, lookin' at your head

And I'm thinkin' that I want it, if you FLG

Then I love you, that's a promise, you must think I'm dumb

Cause you never bein' honest, come on, bitch

Like I'm off it, I'm off it, goblin comin' out

I don't think that I can stop it

Try to run it down, have my youngin' come and drop ya

When I need them drugs, got me writin' like the doctor

Bitches comin' back, like a boomerang with sokka

I learned how to punch, I was never good at soccer

Shorty whip the dick out, I nutted on her knockers

Dreadhead smoke, I been feelin' like a rasta

No, you not my main bitch, you just on the roster

I ain't serve the main dish, we still got the pasta

You niggas impostors, my money get longer

I get money often, put that on my mamma

Tryna' run down, you gon' need another plan

I just hit the bank, then I hit the runnin', man

Youngin' blow that Drake, hold it with the other hand

This ain't what you think, you can't get another chance

Told me that I couldn't, but I did it

Call me Johnny Test im with some redhead bitches

This shit high steak, it's a bread gettin' mission

Call me Chick-fil-A, I got bread, I got chicken

You could call me Chick-fil-A, I got bread, I got chicken

I got bread, I got chicken

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes

Honestly to God, I been prayin' for these niggas

It's Satan for these niggas, I been waitin' for these niggas

Catch me at your house waiting patiently, lil' nigga

I could take your life and do it painfully, lil' nigga