[Hook: Big Gucci Bando]
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young n*gga Elliot Rodger
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah)
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah)
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young n*gga Elliot Rodger
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah)
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah)
[Verse 1: TeamJimmy]
What the f*ck do you boys wanna do?
Write your name on my bullets to honor you
Take a shot of gin, then a shot at you
Man I gotta do what I gotta do
I’m gonna shoot, and then clear them
Cops ask who, how, when, where then
She needs me, and I don’t need her
So call that sh*t, Ed Sheeran
Black hoodie, and a black gat
With a red dot like a camcord
Take the razorblade, and cut out your tongue
Then put it in a glass jar
Uh, you don’t know what I have been through
They only want to be your friend so they can use it against you
They’re so inviting but I know that they’ve got it in for me
For a quick buck, I won’t slip up, and let them get a win from me
I’m pouring up, and I’ll keep pouring, until it’s at the brim of the
Cup, now I’m tired, like I’ve got some rims on me
Do a drive-by on five girls who hated me in high school
Then my driver makes a U-Turn and kills the survivors
On the way back, had to make a stop and kill all the witnesses
Then for the hell of it, I’ll shoot up the driver
b*tch I’ll fire this nina like they did to Maboo
Or cover you in cement, and turn you to a statue
Ooooh, then put it online, no youtubing
Hide the chopper in my coat, like I’m school shooting
[Hook: Big Gucci Bando]
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young n*gga Elliot Rodger
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah)
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah)
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young n*gga Elliot Rodger
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah)
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah)
[Verse 2: MC Krok]
This bad b*tch, this bad ho
Don't like me, let the gat blow
Pull up on these b*tches, let the AK spray on all these hoes
S/O my n*gga Maboo
Put in hella work, I be doing hella work
b*tch I'm strapped up with that tool
Bad b*tch gon' die if she ain't gon' twerk
Tear da club up, f*ck this b*tch up
Got my gat out, sipping on a double cup
I've been high as f*ck, I been drunk as hell
I been doing a helluva drugs, can't you tell
Before I pop these b*tches, I'ma need some coke first
Get me some water bottles so I don't die of thirst
Bad little b*tch and she twerk
All these b*tches putting in work
I been chilling n*gga I been drinking
I don't know what the f*ck I'm thinking
Take my gat out, reload
I just take my time, now I let it blow
[Hook: Big Gucci Bando]
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young n*gga Elliot Rodger
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah)
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah)
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young n*gga Elliot Rodger
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah)
Young n*gga Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah)