Elxtt - West Coast Flow

I was about to say some gangsta shit, you know
Tupac type shit but I ain't tryna get shot in the booth
Let's keep it simple
First off, I’m the king, need my crown and throne
I be posted on the block like I’m Karl Malone
Stay busy like I’m Mavericks phone
Got a pretty little thing she from Barcelona
We Mob deep when the mask is on
Riding 8 man deep with a classic song
We too bright put your glasses on
You really thought we won’t last this long, Fuck you talm bout?
Hood chick but her ass is foreign
She put her wig and her lashes on
Couldn’t believe I could last this long
And I did tear that ass apart
Told her please bring some gas tomorrow and tell em
Grab your Glocks when you see Elxtt
Call the cops when you see Elxtt
I told you I’m a man on a mission
And your girl has just gotten my attention tell her to hit me up
Huh
Okay
Huh
Tell her to hit me up
Okay
Huh
Okay
Tell her to hit me up
Hit me up, middle finger to the opps
I ain’t never gang bang but I could put you in morgue
I call the shots show these niggas who the boss
I rock my Jesus piece for the niggas tryna cross
What’s the cost, what it take to set off?
The outcome is a loss, so what’s the point of acting tough huh?
You should abort you shouldn’t try to test the boy
He started shooting on the court now he bleeding on the floor
Niggas shooting, looking fly so we pose
Everyday a celebration, we get wine then we toast
First class flow but you still flying coach
No liquor but she still drive the boat ayy
Grab your Glocks when you see Elxtt
Call the cops when you see Elxtt
I told you I’m a man on a mission
And your girl has just gotten my attention tell her to hit me up
Huh
Okay
Huh
Tell her to hit me up
Okay
Huh
Okay
When her man hit her line I tell her ass to ignore it
Then I told her head first like a fucking rhinoceros
I’m laying in the bed like damn she snoring?
Still hit it good when she wake up in the morning
Cali been the mission so I’m packed and I’m going
Can’t afford to miss flight so I rush and run
Then spot a thick chick in some navy green Jordans
I think I’m bout to look up other the flights for tomorrow ohh
I can’t help it, feeling like I’m Elvis
Captain save a hoe, I’m a pro yea you welcome
Your wifey need a man? I promise I could help her
Fly her to Atlanta, put this shit on camera oohh
Grab your glocks when you see Elxtt
Call the cops when you see Elxtt
I told you I’m a man on a mission
And your girl has just gotten my attention tell her to hit me up
Huh
Okay
Huh
Tell her to hit me up
Okay
Huh
Okay
Tell her to hit me up

Written by:
Elorm Attor

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