30 On Ya Elbow lyrics

This an AR-15 b*tch
Not a .357 b*tch
Slide through the paint like Shawn Kemp
There go bro there with the assist
Auntie keep calling me, "Come back!"
Any coke I cook come back
Any Glock I shoot gon kill 'em
f*ck that b*tch and f*ck her feelings!

Too Tuff Tone back and he lit
I'm on a bean this not some sh*t
This not for you to cut ya sniff (Yuh)
Back up, y'all got me started
Don't wanna hear y'all tape they garbage

Who done started Slitherman?
Stepped in with a 100 grams
Stepped in with 250 grams
With a pocket rocket on my hip (Yeah Yeah Yeah) (Uh)

Walk in that b*tch with dubs
Tete keep telling me "Tе amo", she love me
Bookеr T this sh*t'll get ugly
Boy broke as sh*t don't want money (Yeah)
She broke as sh*t don't want money
Candyman, candyman, candyman (Yuh)
I got nose candy
b*tch think she bad, bambi
b*tch, do you understand me?
b*tch, big Neph deserve a grammy
Calm down, you're not in a loop
Glock hit his head TULULULU-TUTUTU

Somebody direct me to the party
I can direct you to the molly
This dope here might kill somebody
This a cocaine and pill party
Hold the f*ck up slow it down
Too much dope turn it down
Unc' body in the lost and found
Yuhhhh
I cannot quit, hell nah
Step in, brake the rail off
Pray to god they don't tell on me
Two time felon with crack on me
Two time felon with heroin on me
I got sleeves and bundles on me (Yuh)

b*tch, I got sleeves
I got sleeves, I got sleeves
I got sleeves, I got sleeves
I got sleeves, I got sleeves
b*tch, I got sleeves
I got bundles, I got bundles
I got bundles, I got bundles
I got bundles, I got bundles
I got bundles