elite

Zak Leonard

Fuck the poor know I hang with the elite
I just told a whore she should
Drop down to her knees
Now she on the floor
Tryna grab up all my P's
So I knock her out
Stamping in her head with my feet
Stamping in her head on repeat
Know I'll give her racks
When that bitch starting to bleed
But I fake her out and burn
My money on the scene
You don't need cash but
You need me 'cause I'm elite

I just clapped your mother
That bitch a freak in the sheets
Global domination Ima do that shit with ease
My man pristine, black dress, he looking clean
Sweaty 'cause I popped
A perc, xan and a bean
Accent then get your shit bent
Rich as fuck but I cant pay rent
Get evicted but I don't consent
Hear my voice and think It's heaven-sent
'Cause my bars angelic
Run it up fast yeah my arse athletic
See Fat Shit then your palms start sweating
At your birthday me and your Aunt start necking
Get neglected
Hear the name Fat Shit, better respect it
Ima get elected
Rich as fuck but that's expected
I'm inside every hall of fame
If you don't know the name then you should be maimed
You up on every wall of shame
Me and you we're not the same

Fuck the poor know I hang with the elite
I just told a whore she should
Drop down to her knees
Now she on the floor
Tryna grab up all my P's
So I knock her out
Stamping in her head with my feet
Stamping in her head on repeat
Know I'll give her racks
When that bitch starting to bleed
But I fake her out and burn
My money on the scene
You don't need cash but
You need me 'cause I'm elite

Cheque to cash so I'm running in fast
And I'm slamming it down watch your bitch go crazy
Used to think I'm too fat but she see the price tag swanging
Now that dumb fuck want babies
Now its too late and I know that bitch fake
Could've been dirty dancing Patrick Swayze
Could get any bitch I want just to flaunt and stunt
But I'd rather just sit down and be lazy
Hey Fat you crazy
Yeah bitch I know that
But look at all the money never go back
I kill your mum on a Thursday, throwback
Why all my hoes thin?
And all your hoes fat?
Butler just to keep my dough stacked
Give me a call if you wanna hear mo' facts
Said I was coming in too fast they told me slow down
Whipping out my shooter think its time now for a showdown
My penis out on stage you know I'm selling out my shows now
Try and fucking stop me I assure you no one knows how

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