Ella mai Lyrics

Niggas playin' police on the net, why you ain't spank the nigga

Ridin' through the map, I'll be then bailout, I'll swing and face the nigga

When you see this car, don't try to run, cause I ain't chasin' niggas

Boy, that shit be real, then really stepped on shit in Jays, nigga

Used to show love, but right now I ain't sharin' no plays, nigga

You gon' run up, get fapped down, then put in your place, nigga

Best if you know, if you slow, you in my way, nigga

I know one day I might go, so we gon' hang, niggas

Yeah, we gon' do that shit the nasty way

I swear to God, if nigga try me, he won't last today

I sip lean and smoke weed, I got expensive pain

This bitch listen to screwly g, she got expensive taste

Niggas think that I fuck with the bloodhounds, cause I be up eight

Know this shit ain't real shit off the head, just like I'm JFK

Fucked on this hoe, I'm in and out shit, I can't play no games

Nigga drew a line, I stepped back, I had to xtend my range

Hoe-ass nigga textin' on my phone, cause he not her bae

This blower gon' sing a pretty song, nigga, Ella mai

Niggas play the bench and keep on talkin, like it's NBA

Fore, I fuck this hoe, cut on the camera, this yo NDA

Yo-ass to old, chasing for a ring, you like CP3

Bitch hoe-ass can never be my wifey, I'm not Skilla, baby

I've been outside hanging with the fiends, like I'm Skrilla lately

Bread cuts all up on my palms, I might be an angel