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Elicit Abandz - DRE Flow/Too Hot (Official Visualizer)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elicit Abandz
Elicit Abandz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elicit Abandz
Elicit Abandz
Songwriter
Austin Tumbleson
Austin Tumbleson
Composer

Lyrics

Yeah you know how it go When I'm out here in the streets Or I'm in the studio I be runnin' up the bag So much in my pants You know its gonna sag But I got the chop' I'm down to let it blow I been hanging with my Bros Everyday of the week We on go Yeah we never gonna stop But to the tops where we gon' go Yeah I'm reppin' 740 All the way to the O That's my Woadienem, My bruddas Yeah you know we boutta blow That's TSG We the hottest in the streets And that's on me Anybody wantin' beef Then Ima shoot em' like Kyrie I be ridin' round in P-Town with the top off And if you like being goofy We gon' kill yo top dog Or If you try to sneak diss me Its gon' get you knocked off Yeah I'm gonna break the charts Yeah I'm about to blast off Smacked yo brodie with the toolie Guaranteed he backed off You should learn to neva play We get yo sheisty snatched off (Yup) Yeah that's how it be Everyday we in the streets We keepin' heat You should know don't tweak with gang Cause we gon' sweep you off yo feet We elite Yeah we the hottest out the city You cant compete Ima always be around To make sure that my bruddas eat Like Concrete We stay solid we ain't ever backin' down I got the crown, Ima keep on grindin' Everyone gon' know the town All this drip up on my body Make me feel like Ima drown You a clown You cant come around we spinnin' back now Yeah I'm boutta spazz Im in my town All you seen was a flash And a couple Fah Fah Leave you in a body bag Man I swear I'm in mode Yeah I'm bout ready to go To the top and that's on bro They got a spot for me, I know That's a fact, Yeah that's Fashoo We steppin' at these shordies throats I be hittin' every note Yo BM callin' me the GOAT Yeah you mad lil boy, I know I be totin' heavy pole Me and Foenem onna roll We gon' come and snatch yo soul Ima make it to the top Yeah Ima make it out the gutta Yeah you know I neva stop Man I'll just hit you and yo mother Tryn' go rat off to the Feds' Bet we gon' make you suffer Thats a fact we keepin' lead Yeah you know I'm seein' red Cashin' In all of this bread Ima make it all spread Yeah I'm on top And I keep my 30 Glock Me and my family always steppin' We gon' send a thousand shots Yeah we some menaces We stand on business And you know we gonna finish this We mobbin' out And we ain't gonna leave no witnesses Tear up the flow, Then I plead the Fifth (Ion wanna talk)
Writer(s): Austin Tumbleson, Elicit Abandz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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