letra de elevate - tino szn
[hook]
tip-toe to the bag, don’t fumble that
n-ggas steady hatin, told em have fun with that
and they say i got the sauce, imma run with that
b-tch it cost to be the boss, you better run it back
in a sp-ce coupe, swervin down the freeway, i can race you
stealing swag, you like my son, yeah i made you
gotta boss up on you n-ggas, f-ck what they do, f-ck what they do
[verse]
b-tch im on a mission to the bucks, now, now
whole team gettin rich, don’t give a f-ck, nah, nah
b-tch it’s up now, now
and it’s stuck now, now
got a brand new rollie on my wrist, b-tch it’s bussdown, pointers on the bezel yeah they gliss
man nowadays i think that i’m the sh-t
see me rockin helmut lang right on my fit
i got too many bands right up on me, i done bossed up on you n-ggas, yeah you n-ggas super phony
i just might pull up in that brand-new lamb
imma just beat the odds, got the lil n-ggas like d-mn
[adlibs]
[hook]
tip-toe to the bag, don’t fumble that
n-ggas steady hatin, told em have fun with that
and they say i got the sauce, imma run with that
b-tch it cost to be the boss, you better run it back
in a sp-ce coupe, swervin down the freeway, i can race you
stealing swag, you like my son, yeah i made you
gotta boss up on you n-ggas, f-ck what they do, f-ck what they do
[midwxst verse]
f-ck what all them n-ggas f-cking do
chill with all my homies, going up with them, i go up wit my crew
one of the hardest out right now you can not even fill my shoes
i don’t hear n0body contesting that sh-t so don’t dispute
n-ggas really mad i’m getting cash, this sh-t nothing new
n-ggas toting guns, toting choppas but they will not shoot
had to leave her on see inside the dms, take the clue
finna buy a mansion, buy a crib where i got a nice view
hop up on the stage, know that we gon rock sh-t
if i call the gang, they gon bring that pocket rocket
go up in this rap sh-t, don’t got another option
growing everyday, so dont think i’m ever stopping, nah
they don’t wanna see us prosper, they tryna hold us down
they don’t wanna hear our music, they don’t wanna hear our sound
only hating on the kid cuz’ i’m black, my skin is brown
they don’t wanna hear us speak, hear the truth come out my mouth yuh
[hook]
tip-toe to the bag, don’t fumble that
n-ggas steady hatin, told em have fun with that
and they say i got the sauce, imma run with that
b-tch it cost to be the boss, you better run it back
in a sp-ce coupe, swervin down the freeway, i can race you
stealing swag, you like my son, yeah i made you
gotta boss up on you n-ggas, f-ck what they do, f-ck what they do
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