Eli lyrics

[Intro: Lil Garbage Truck]
Yah
Yah
What?
My n*gga Alien just turned this sh*t up
Lil Garbage Truck, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Garbage Truck]
I had to hop on this beat with my n*gga Eli
His b*tch was sucking his di*k and I told her, “Eat mine”
These n*ggas tried to run up and I made her rewind
She want a sneak peek so I let her see mine
I can't move, I can’t go
‘Cause it's dough, that I smoke (ooh)
On that b*tch, for that hoe
Then I go, hit the road
Scam a b*tch, scam a n*gga, ‘Cause I need some f*cking dough
Scam a n*gga on the Xbox for that Live Gold (Oooooh, let's go)
60 for a 35 I’m smoking on Well nuts
n*ggas f*cked up in the crib smokin' Well nuts
I'm getting tired of the coochie, b*tch, show me the butt
And I'm getting tired of you teasing mе, b*tch, let me f*ck
I was looking at my b*tch like, “What thе f*ck?!”
Then I see a faggot n*gga like, “What the f*ck?!”
Then I see my bank account like, “What the f*ck?!”
I need to bust some jewels I'm broke as f*ck
My shooter from Blood gang I call him Emon
I just scammed this white b*tch her name was Evon
I just beat my meat then I gave her the Band-Aid
I just bought some fake Lean from the right aid
I pray Eli don't get locked up ‘cause he gon' get raped
You n*ggas so lame ‘cause you still hit vapes
I just scammed a old hater and left him sh*t face
I'm tryna f*ck this b*tch ‘cause she got big cake
I’m finna pass this song on to my n*gga, Eli
Need a local faggot dawg when they 100 Eli
I be humpin b*tches with their phone bills I’m the nice guy
I put 5 star meals everyday, fryin' Wi-Fi
[Verse 2: Punchin’ Eli]
Damn, this n*gga just called me a faggot
This n*gga three cash, is known as the f*cking booty cabinet
Imma beat Spazzo’s ass when I catch that n*gga lacking
This n*gga f*cked up in the crib tryna sing Michael Jackson
Damn, that n*gga still has twenty thousand dollars for a motherf*cking heel drink
I just shot up this n*gga Carti he broke as hell in a bewick
And this n*gga broke as hell he can't even afford a bewick
This beat sound like China it reminds me of Slump AK
And this n*gga mad as hell ‘cause he missed out on his payday
I was three years old when I had sex on a play date
I put a bomb on Kobe Bryant but that sh*t went Mayday
Oops, yeah, I'm sorry for that last line
I'm like Ricky Bobby up this sh*t I ain’t talkin' bout NASCAR
I'm bout to feed this n*gga to the lliance I ain't talkin' Jaguar
And I'm bout to beat Slump AK up with a f*ckin' Pop Tart