Elvis presley Lyrics

Make the dope rockin' their road, call it Elvis Presley

I been out here servin' Booker T, I know they can smell me

Niggas slidin' in a GT, bitch, this a heli

Niggas thought that I'd be sincere, but bitch, this ain't belly

Never put your trust in no hoe, ain't shit that she can tell me

Bitch, I feel like a well in that water, I'd kill a sailor

And bitch, I'm connectin' like Wi-Fi, locked in with my bank tellers

Where I move the streets is like a landslide, I could run from Paris with my campaignin

That shit signed a block over to me the way I maintained it

Hop in an SRT 380, yeah, they be lane changin

Take a shot at my pops like my name Cainan

Pour a pop on my spot, I'm just pepper rainin

Shoutout the press

I fuck with Chase, now I fifth third, cause I couldn't scam that bitch

The way I keep a two hangin' off my head, would've thought that I was the handyman

They say three names three times in the dark, I turn into the candyman

Cause these niggas be perpetratin', they sweatin' their grandma on candy M's

Cause we ain't ridin' in fishbowl, we attend up a van

I'm a James Rowe, nigga, I got a kill for Van

Pull up in a Lambo, I'm eatin' no lamb

I'm a Ramen noodles, now I'm eatin' no clam

I could never trust a bitch, I just wanna cram

If she got good pussy and good mouth, I'll store her under PAM

Make the dope, rockin' that road, call it Elvis Presley

I been out here servin' Booker T, I know they can smell me

Niggas slidin' in a GT, bitch, this a heli

Niggas thought that I'd be sincere, but bitch, this ain't belly

Never put your trust in no hoe, ain't shit that she can tell me

Bitch, I feel like a well in that water, I'd kill a sailor

And bitch, I'm connected like Wi-Fi, locked in with my bank tellers

Where I move the streets like a landslide, I can run for prayers with my campaigner

Damn, that nigga Timmy, he should probably run for prayers

I spent this been in shells crackin' and I ain't talkin' eggs

Back in the day when we ain't have whips, we slid on some pegs

I started movin' right when they couldn't keep my name outside the press

When I got my first P, I broke it down, I had to make it stretch

Young boy, girl watchin' biker boys, OGs told me come correct

Shorty callin', said she wanna spend some time, cause she feel so neglected

I don't even trip when she get up out her mind, cause I know she gon' respect it

Dope fiend hit the packet, made his leg shake, he think he Elvis Presley

I'm in the check and they all stressin', they might wear this like I'm doin' presses

Racks inside my jeans, they bustin' seam, they fat, they look like presses

Before I put my trust inside a bitch and send that Smith to Wesson

Make the dope, rockin' their road, callin' Elvis Presley

I been out here servin' Booker T, I know they can smell me

Niggas slidin' in the GT, bitch, this a heli

Niggas thought that I'd be sincere, but bitch, this ain't belly

Never put your trust in no hoe, ain't shit that she can tell me

Bitch, I feel like a well in that water, I'd kill a sailor

And bitch, I'm connectin' like Wi-Fi, locked in with my bank tellers

Where I move the streets like a landslide, I can run for Paris with my campaigners

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