Elvis Presley lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
They said it couldn't be done
They said we could never make it (b*tch, haha)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I'm the king of rock and roll like I'm Elvis Presley
I was sellin' Scooby Doo 'cause Velma sexy
I ain't gotta say a word, you can tell I'm ready
Keepin' everything legit, bro sell the fetty
Every day, I keep a stick like a rock band
Caught his ass in every angle, left him boxed in
Add another forty to the price, this b*tch a drop-head
Dropped a Perc' in my lean cup and watched the pop fizz
Took the 40 out to test, this a pop quiz
b*tch, I ain't stayin' for that long, I just poppеd in
My Monte Carlo left a Scat Pack and I'm on stock rims
Reach back for thе extended mag, this b*tch a Glock 10

[Verse 2: Baby Ghost]
n*gga try to reach for this chain, we gon' pop his hand
Chase a n*gga down with the Glock, then pop his mans
I just put a fully on a nickel, this b*tch not gon' jam
b*tch, I caught a body at the store just to do it on cam
n*gga, we some motherf*ckin' pits
Run up on a n*gga broad day and leave him in the whip
Heard they put some money on my head, I don't give a f*ck, though
If we catch an opp and can't kill him, he gettin' stomped on
n*gga, I'ma shoot through the hoodie, a n*gga never catch me down bad
I bet a n*gga die if me and JP get up on his ass
I been tryna keep my cool, n*gga, don't make me mad
Pull up on them n*ggas with them switches and put 'em on they ass
[Verse 3: Babyfxce E]
Pockets full of blues and all fifties, lookin' like the flag
Pull up whoopin' n*ggas with the switchy, lookin' like they dad
I think I need an extra mag, this b*tch shoot too fast
n*gga tried to run from me and Ghost, got hit up in his back
Turned into a Snap, he had a fitted, I hit him in his hat
Told bro to cherish all your n*ggas, 'cause you can't get 'em back
Put a killswitch up on this Charger so we can't get the Scat
Since a n*gga wanna waste my time, put his sh*t on flat
n*gga, if I can't drive, you can't either
Bake a n*gga with the Draco, call that b*tch Anita
n*gga used to be a hothead, I guess that was a fever
I know a white boy, he be cuttin' eighths like he makin' pizza

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
Sheesh