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Eli Fross

Growing Up Gangsta

 

Growing Up Gangsta

(Album: The Golden Child - 2022)


Great John on the beat, by the way
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Fross (Hahahaha)
Lemme hear that
Free Dev B, bitch
Look

I saw my felons need some Activis, like free the shottas (Grrah)
And only real niggas in my circle, no imposter (Gang)
And brodie, he a demon, he'll turn you into pasta
And after we done smoking you, we go and eat some lobster (What, what?)
Smoking big Runtz, shit shooting, call it Falcon (Uh)
If niggas say it's lit, when we see 'em, we gon' out 'em (Grrah-grrah)
He talking all that shit, let's really see if he about it (Grrah)
You say you moving hot, well we turning up the climate (Grrah)
Selling grams in school while you was learning up in class (Gang)
I was adding bread while you was adding up in math (Ha)
You was cuffing girls while I was clapping up that ass (Ass)
You was doing homework while I was working in the trap (Trap)
You was up early taking field trips to school (School)
I was up early in the field, tryna boom (Bwah)
You was tricking with hoes, I scooped her like a spoon
Niggas nutted in her mouth, yeah I know you wifed it too
Ha, we got guns, we got big Tecs (What?)
Talking out of line, have them kill you for that big check (Gang, gang, gang)
And we ain't posting on no book, nigga (At all)
We'll come up on your sides and post up where you be at (Grrah-grrah)
Niggas talking, you could get flexed (Pussy)
A nigga been holding weight like I work in Planet Fitness (Bah)
And please stop talking like you dropping niggas (Gang)
The only dropping that you doing is from these bullets making contact, bang (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
Niggas know my body, I be wilding out (What?)
'Cause I be moving like a demon, talking spazzing out
Big booty bitches in the circle, they be acting out (Grrah)
Ass fat, UFC, have her tapping out (Rah-rah)
Love the freaky bitches that be acting on some kinky shit (Woah)
'Cause I be fucking all night, she can't believe this shit
Drop top, 'cause I'ma drop the bag if she topping it (Skrrt)
I'm starting to think this bitch a shooter the way she cocking it (Ha)

Huh, what?
Huh, what?
Huh, what?
Look

Might think I'm James Bond the way I'm fancy with my feets
I heard that she a freak, yeah baby we could meet
Got different color bitties and they all do tricks for me
You was working for the city while the city work for me (Ha, pussy)
While you was serving that food, I was serving fiends
You was wifing up them thotties, I was wifing up that breesh
You was leaning on them hoes, I was sipping on that lean
You was tricking for that pussy, I was fucking hoes for free
We ain't fucking with Suburbans, this a Cadillac, uh
You was working for that breesh, I was taking that, uh
Told her get up on her knees, you was licking cat, uh
You was out here making scenes, I was shooting back, uh
You was in it, finna snitch, I was locking in, uh
You was waiting for that swing, I was popping it, uh
I was out here upping scores, you was copping it, uh
I'm starting to think this bitch a shooter the way she cocking it, cocking it, cocking it, ah

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