El Jefe Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Baby, swim my way, I'm not KP and Envy
I ain't been to church in years, I think I got a demon in me
Like they goin' deaf, I don't know why these niggas don't wanna hear me
Even though it's fucked you, deep down you know I love you dearly
But I can't let you double cross
We got horsepower, ridin' round with stick, this ain't lacrosse
Call me El Jefe, swear to God I wanna be the boss
They don't get the bigger picture, I'm just tryna show them like Bob Ross
This stick, it got a kick, it ain't from New York but it's gettin' sturdy
I'ma call him Jenny, make him fly away just like a birdie
I'm just smokin' Za, know I'm high as fuck, I get the swervin'
Goin' through a lot of pain, I had to suck it up, but I'm not Kirby
Feel like Bryson Tiller, I'm just tryna exchange a brand new Glock
These niggas think they killers, scratch the serial off and get a pop
We gon' sweep em up, catch them niggas slippin' like a mop
These niggas dick ridin', why the fuck they wanna be some opps
I'ma let it rain no, R. Kelly, we gon' snatch your bumper off
I ain't never played on Belly, I've been sack chasin
I just pray my dawg don't pull a Melly
I'm just tryna make it outta here, these niggas gettin' jealous
Damn, R.I.P. to Keed, I got a money fetish
I just want them double C's, I ain't even talkin' Chanelly
This stick be rockin', I'm not Creed, they won't show no love to you deceased
I'm just tryna fry that boy, send him straight to Hattie B's
I swear all these niggas chicken, I smoke Za and, get to trippin
Make him fly like a pigeon, got me feelin' Lo, give me the green
Catch his ass in red light district, we harder denim, true religion
Better not break the code, that shit forbidden
I don't wanna get signed, fuck a petition
I just wanna Sinn real shooter ambition
My twin ain't Jake, I got my dawg back like Finn
I just keep it solid, like some metal, stand on all tin
I'ma give him shots, over the counter, if he walk in
All these hoes and niggas been some clowns, Joker, Harley Quinn
Swingin' sticks just like guitar, leavin' mommas sad like violin
Turn a nigga pale like Stefani, I ain't talkin' Gwen
I just give her meat, no pastrami
Why I got a coat on in the summer, ain't no salami
I just wanna take a trip to Paris, in some Giovanni
Do em bad, we gon' beat his ass, do that boy like Tommy
Don't trust em, cuz these niggas really foldin', like some origami