Elite 8

[Intro]
(Damjonboi)

[Verse 1: Prince Jefe]
Pocket full of Nipseys, but I'm seein' red
I'm sendin' chickens on the road, hope I don't see the feds
Can get a quarter ticket out this shit, it's all 'bout how you play it
Caught him at the red light, rocked his ass to bed
It's a celebration, we just boxed him in
You get a location, I might let you in

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Say they with you from the start, they switchin' in the end
You a shrimp, my niggas sharks, I'm swimmin' with the fin
Big FN on my waist got my posture funny
Cut into her like a surgeon, I got doctor money
All that muggin' like you tough'll get you popped for nothin'
Skinny, but I'm Jorgen Von Strangle when I rock the buffies

[Verse 3: LOM Rudy]
When it comе to mixin', I'm a wizard like I'm Brad Beal
Big bag, get thе quickest loan like I'm Dan Gil'
I done sold a lot of pills, not no Advils
All my boys shittin' on these niggas like I'm StanWill
I got on Supreme, not the one 50 beefin' with
Sometimes, I think my brother blind 'cause he keep a stick

[Verse 4: Fordio]
Shit, I been clearin' cards, tearin' pops off of medication
I already said I'm high as hell, don't ask for my location
I done fucked around and mixed drank with the shrooms, now I'm seein' faces
They tried to hit us with controlled substance, I'ma flee the state then
Shit, I treat a tuck like some Air Force 1s and just replace 'em
I'ma treat the bitch like my muddy cup, don't do no savin'

[Verse 5: J1Hunnit]
It's new fish in, when it dock, I got some clams to shuck
I got a lot of grind, but I could've been a lazy fuck
I'm swimmin' waist-deep in the money like Scrooge McDuck
My bitch see me doin' rap shows, she want her tummy tucked
It's ice on me off the puck, late night, servin' clucks
I feel like my nasal stuffed, I'm healin' with a cup of muck

[Verse 6: TrDee]
On my dick just like my balls, this bitch can't let me go
I don't sip, but shit, for $cams, I might just pour a four
She told me they can't fuck with me like I ain't ready know
Never know who plottin' on you, gotta watch your bro
Watch an opp page 'cause he tryna get the drop
DSM the gang, we gon' make it to the top

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
If my shooter get up close, he score, that boy a force like Giannis
Know the ins and outs of this bitch mouth, I'm like an orthodontist
I just passed up your annual income off of four deposits
Brain stuck up on a billion, I don't think poor an option
Post anxiety off the boomies, body full of psilocybin
I don't think he like me 'bout that bitch, I had her pillow bitin'

[Verse 8: Ghetto Baby Boom]
I don't talk to niggas, I don't like 'em, I don't want 'em 'round me
Real ghetto street nigga, don't ask about me, come and find me
Told Tron I'm shootin' to the jam, they try to get onside us
Lil' bitch tweakin' off an E, she thought she took a Roxy
Told that bitch to drink some water, told that bitch don't worry 'bout it
My heart cold, I can't even hear you like I'm in the mountains
When they thought this shit was over, came back like, "Don't worry 'bout it"
Thinkin' 'bout the old times gon' make me go and catch a body
I don't give a fuck who he is, he ain't with me slidin'
If he can't show his PSI, then he shouldn't be outside