Elevate Lyrics

Gang, Big 50z

East side Forever nigga

Aye, smoking dead opp the the face

No I can't feel my face, hit em that drac

Bitch we was hoping out in broad day

Having shootouts with that K

Make sure his ass can't resuscitate

Ayy, sendin' money to the county

I almost got them every day

Ayy, free lil' bang by the cell

I swear to God, I hope he beat his case

Ayy, four to five hit him in his waist

I seen his soul fuckin' fly away

Ayy, trappin' every day

Lil' bitch, I always got it on me

Ayy, smoke a 3-5 right here strong

This shit just might just be a homie

Ayy, really came up from that struggle

Ayy, remember eatin' cheese with bologna

Ayy, mama always told me

Stack my bread

And fuck these niggas, they phony

Fuck the opps, they broke as hell

Don't let these niggas get one up on me

If you ain't 50, don't come around

I swear to God, you not my homie

Ayy, bitch, I always keep one on

Niggas tryna beef, but they ain't got no money

Man, fuck them niggas, I swear to God

All them niggas, they broke and bummy

Big 50 boys, bitch, we on top

I swear to God, this shit get lonely

Ayy, know I'm slide about my gang

We sendin' shots straight to his brain

Ayy, niggas tryna buy a feat

But if you ain't 50, then you can't eat

Ayy, Known for makin' niggas

Click up in the motherfuckin' streets

Ayy, niggas say it's fuckin' beats

We pull up like it's Uber Eats

To tell the truth, I think these niggas gay

I think they fuckin' sweet

Like, why you tryna beef with me

Go get your ass some fuckin' cleats

Lil' bitch a freak up in the sheets

Up 3 a.m., gotta eat at Sheetz

Been trappin' all, goddamn week

I'm tryna put some shit to sleep

I make sure all my brothers eat

I make sure all my niggas on

On gang, ayy, ayy

I made sure all my niggas on

Swear to God, smoking dead

I swear to God, we smokin' strong

50 boys, we at the top

5-5-6, gon' hit the dome

Ha, gang

Ayy, 5-5-6, gon' hit the dome

Gang

Free bang, nigga, free all my doits

Ayy

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