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    Elephant
    
    
    It feel hot as Hell in this studio, man  I 
feel like snatching off this wig, going crazy  It's finna get ugly for you hoes   They like, "cupcakKe, you gotta do more, why the 
fuck you don't do features?" (Ah)  'Cause it's no face, no case, that's why I 
don't do the 
shit, let me teach you (That all)  Got one call, keep the 
circle small, like the 
lace holes in your sneakers (On God)  I 
be a 
City Girl, finna clap a 
bitch, chopper make her shake like Caresha  I'm on your pop boy, no JB, uh  Hella woke but I 
play sleep, uh  Want a 
verse? Gotta pay me  Ain't shit free, no JT  He got a 
mask on 'cause his breath stank  That shit ain't due to no COVID, hoe  The 
draco putting holes in 'em, man, it look like I'm spelling OVO  Man, Nicki ain't won a 
Grammy yet? That ain't sitting right, that's hate  And my makeup be on beat, I 
bet Blueface can't relate  They say, "You lacking when it come to interviews," I 
say, "Nah, nigga, I'm straight"  'Cause there's no need for a 
Breakfast Club, if you already done ate  Like her nigga did on that one night I 
forgot to shave, that's weird  That nigga left the 
house with no facial hair but I 
sent him back with a 
beard (Damn)  When I'm the 
hood, bro, I'm good, hoe  When they offer food and beers  'Cause these niggas got roaches  So I 
just hold the 
cup and say, "Cheers"  No, I 
don't wanna drink, give a 
fuck what you think  Yeah, my attitude stink but my pussy still pink  Walk in with a 
mink, drip hard like the 
sink  And the 
Glock get drown on a 
nigga, black ink  Bitches so rude when I'm out with my dude  They be staring at him and they don't even blink  Fuck it, I 
gave her a 
black and no peas  Now that bitch don't even know how to wink  Now she Fetty Wap, while I'm getting guap  Bitches so fraud when they speak  Think she fly, must be Spirit 'cause I 
swear to God, that's cheap  Told that bitch, "Beat your feet, there's no way my nigga gon' cheat"  'Cause it's Rosa Parks on a 
nigga face, I 
ain't getting up from this seat (Hahaha)  If you got something to say, then say it bitch, and you better say it wit' yo' chest  Everyday, I 
make another bitch pissed, I'm like a 
walking pregnancy test  Shorty, I'm all the 
way on the 
top floor and you damn near front desk  It take one bullet, now you Heaven sent, I'll let Keisha Cole say the 
rest  Niggas get a 
haircut and a 
Gucci belt, then wanna flex in they shitty clothes  Whole time, niggas money shorter than Tory Lanez on his tippy-toes  So slick with the 
shit, you can never peep when I'm out here giving cold  Like, I 
can say, "I got a 
booger," and that just mean wipe a 
nigga nose  Talk shit on the 
internet then I 
pulled up, she was hella proper  Since her brain so foggy, bring back Kobe, put her in the 
helicopter  And it's R.I.P, to his daughter, man, we gon' ball like Gigi  Foot on they neck then they ass dead  These hoes elephant, Fifi, ayy, yo  Hoes so silly, flow on Milli  Bitches turned out four-five big dealers  Pussy so trilly, he pay the 
billy  Then I 
let him fuck, um, no, not really  Everything is at stake like Philly  Tea so hot that it's finna get spilly  This for Chicago, 63rd Cosmos but I 
got cribs in Hollywood Hilly  Last night, I 
met Karen, I 
had to beat the 
bitch out her cargos (Stupid ass)  2020, niggas still racist but it 'posed to be 'bout what the 
heart shows  Black and white sense of unity, we could really look like a 
barcode  But right now, it feel like doing laundry, you can't mix the 
whites with the 
dark clothes  So, nigga, I'm not convinced  This that muhfucking opulence  If not me, who topping this?  No, we ain't shit but the 
opposites  Use your muhfucking common sense  In the 
face, I 
let the 
llama spit (Brra)  Now she talking 'bout, "Let's make up", do I 
look like Rihanna, bitch?  "Please cupcakKe, please, can you take this shit ease?" (Nope)  I'm in my bag like I'm eating king crab, let me roll up my sleeve  These hoes irritate my soul, like seeing Air Forces with the 
creases (What are those?)  And you know I 
keep that .40, that bitch bussing like Bernice, on God  
 
完毕