Big Gucci Bando - Elliot Rodger (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Big Gucci Bando] Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young n***a Elliot Rodger Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah) Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah) Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young n***a Elliot Rodger Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah) Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah) [Verse 1: TeamJimmy] What the f** do you boys wanna do? Write your name on my bullets to honor you Take a shot of gin, then a shot at you Man I gotta do what I gotta do I'm gonna shoot, and then clear them Cops ask who, how, when, where then She needs me, and I don't need her So call that sh**, Ed Sheeran Black hoodie, and a black gat With a red dot like a camcord Take the razorblade, and cut out your tongue Then put it in a gla** jar Uh, you don't know what I have been through They only want to be your friend so they can use it against you They're so inviting but I know that they've got it in for me For a quick buck, I won't slip up, and let them get a win from me I'm pouring up, and I'll keep pouring, until it's at the brim of the Cup, now I'm tired, like I've got some rims on me Do a drive-by on five girls who hated me in high school Then my driver makes a U-Turn and k**s the survivors On the way back, had to make a stop and k** all the witnesses Then for the hell of it, I'll shoot up the driver b**h I'll fire this nina like they did to Maboo Or cover you in cement, and turn you to a statue Ooooh, then put it online, no youtubing Hide the chopper in my coat, like I'm school shooting [Hook: Big Gucci Bando] Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young n***a Elliot Rodger Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah) Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah) Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young n***a Elliot Rodger Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah) Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah) [Verse 2: MC Krok] This bad b**h, this bad ho Don't like me, let the gat blow Pull up on these b**hes, let the AK spray on all these hoes S/O my n***a Maboo Put in hella work, I be doing hella work b**h I'm strapped up with that tool Bad b**h gon' die if she ain't gon' twerk Tear da club up, f** this b**h up Got my gat out, sipping on a double cup I've been high as f**, I been drunk as hell I been doing a helluva d**, can't you tell Before I pop these b**hes, I'ma need some coke first Get me some water bottles so I don't die of thirst Bad little b**h and she twerk All these b**hes putting in work I been chilling n***a I been drinking I don't know what the f** I'm thinking Take my gat out, reload I just take my time, now I let it blow [Hook: Big Gucci Bando] Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young n***a Elliot Rodger Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah) Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah) Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young n***a Elliot Rodger Young n***a Elliot Rodger, young, young, young, young Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah) Young n***a Elliot Rodger (Yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah)