Elevator Music lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
Come here, b*tch
Come here, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here
Ahh

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Let me f*ck you on the elevator (Hahaha, hahaha)
Hit my b*tch with my eyes closed, I'm a meditator (Oh, you talkin' 'bout like you gon' meditate her? Okay)

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
b*tch, I graduated from the— ah
b*tch, I graduated from the streets, you an eleventh grader
My new crib cost two-point-five, you a Section 8-er
Make my b*tch leave her old man, I'm a separator
Ten milli' hit his right lung, he need a respirator
Like damn, I think he dead
Alright, uh
f*ck that young n*gga, I ain't trippin' 'bout it
Young dog think he MJ, I brought Pippen out him
Latino b*tch talkin' while I'm hittin' it, she say, "Kill it, papi"
f*cked my head up last week, I seen a real zombie

[Interlude: Louie Ray]
The f*ck we on, bro? What we doin'? (Alright)
Damn, we high— alright, this that
Man, we high as dog sh*t
sh*t
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Closet full of too much, what kind of store he own?
Always keep me up to date like a cordless phone
(You get it? Like phones detect the date, like, I got the iPhone, so— alright)
I got a lot of sh*t to talk about, n*gga story long
I be holdin' up a lot of weight like Corey bones
(You know, Corey Holcomb off Wild 'n Out? The one n*gga that was— hah)
My lil' D b*tch too street, she a headbanger
Sixteen diamond links on at once is a neck acher
I lean in with all my force when I f*ck, I'm a back breaker
Goofy b*tch ain't trappin' when I say, she a J chaser (sh*t)

[Verse 4: YN Jay & Louie Ray]
b*tch throwin' booty in the— ah
b*tch throwin' booty in the club, she an ass shaker
If I smell a lil' booty or see crumbs, I'ma bear Mace her
Hit her on my— yeah
Hit her on my California king, I'm a bed breaker
Tried to hit her with my foot up, I'm a leg breaker
b*tch wanna give me good neck, she a head chaser
She gon' put a dose of pus*y on me too, she a med taker (Hah, sh*t)
You get it? Like, she gon' f*ck me while I'm high
Bust you 'cross your head with a bottle, I'm a head breaker
I had to hit her in her head 'cause she hit me in my eye
Damn, okay, that's what you did, Lou? Alright
I just lied to my b*tch because she— alright (Ahh)
I just lied to my b*tch, but got away because it sounded true
You know, I swear to God I'm at the booth and it sounded true
I just put a b*tch on the road, she might pull up with her friends, she got mileage too
And she got good brain, she in college too
Nah, bruh, that's grade A head, she in honor school
I will never— ah, f*ck
I'll never lay up with no b*tch— ah
I'll never lay up with no b*tch, I'll stop and shoot
Never had to lay up with the b*tch, I'll stop and prove
If brodie jump out shootin' at your door, I'm knockin' too