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letra de uncle elroy - lil xelly & lil gray

[intro: lil xelly]
stuck in the trap so i cannot relax
like i’m in a drought, do a hundred, no max
i been in the field, but i don’t need the cleats
i kick in his house and i creep in his sleep
he try run up on me, he must thought i was sleep
put my n-gg-s on him and my n-gg-s gon’ eat
these n-gg-s change like the season
just spent hundred bands, i ain’t have no reason
huh, huh, huh
huh, huh
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, terk (what’s up, man?)
sparkheem (ayy, terk, ayy, terk, gang)

[chorus: lil xelly]
n-gg- f-ckin’ up the trap, i don’t got no manners
i got bape on my shirt and i’m going bananas
thirty round clip i put in my hammer
this dipset, we don’t rock no bandana
uh, i see the family watchin’
uncle elroy, i’m rocking versace
on the stove, cook it up like hibachi
i beat the pack like i’m ted dibiase
i really get money, the feds on my d-ck
jumped off the porch and i jumped off the strip
we got them drugs on the strip
brody got hundred round drum, put this sh-t to your lip
whole hp in my dip
two glocks, let ’em bust off the rip
hi-tech in my cup when i sip
i got thirty rounds, put that sh-t in my clip

[verse 1: lil gray]
f-ckin’ sh-t up, b-tch, let’s make this fun
two glocks in my hand, when you see me, just run
smokin’ on pb, i’m seein’ in 3d
moonwax on the blunt and in packs of the runtz
your boyfriend a joke, i get straight to the punch
these n-gg-s don’t know that you fakin’ the funk
b-tch, i got asthma, i came with a pump
parking lot pimping, i’m playing the trunk
molly tan came in, its favorite trump
you die in the forest, you hanging with gumps
the way it get imported, we stay up on the front
fall asleep in the p-ssy, i camp in the c-nt
f-ck the block, yeah, i’m busy, i’m having a brunch
throw a p in your face like i’m swinging a punch
i’m pacing, outrageous, the money i’m chasing
spend bread with the haitians, then trap out the vacant

[verse 2: lil xelly]
i’m stuck in the trap so i cannot relax
like i’m in a drought, do a hundred, no max
i been in the field, but i don’t need the cleats
i kick in his house and i creep in his sleep
he try run up on me, he must thought i was sleep
put my n-gg-s on him and my n-gg-s gon’ eat
these n-gg-s change like the season
just spent hundred bands, i ain’t have no reason
walk in the trap, get to beatin’
still ride with ‘zine, boy, i’m fly as a seagull
hundred birds like i play with the eagles
all of these hundreds, i’m breaking ’em even
bro got a hundred, get smoked when he see me
i got them drugs and they really illegal
g-star jeans and i mix it with diors
if you try play my money, then pop go the weasel

[outro]
ayy, terk
sparkheem

- lil xelly lil gray

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