"Emo Beat" lyrics
Yeah (Elijah)
Damn, hold on
If you love me, baby, say it then
If you gon' let me fuck, or make me wait again?
Nigga, how the fuck we beefin' if you shake my hand?
I love my closest people, I don't hate my friends
She ran over my heart twice and she gone again
I tried to do some shit right, but I was wrong again
I'm in a room full of people, but I'm alone again
I miss my best friend, that was my only friend
Do that make me soft if I drop a tear?
I shot his uncle at the store, I made him drop a beer
I barely know her name, we used to work at [?]
If you gon' hit the gas, that mean I gotta steer
I hold her grab your suitcase, you gotta pack your tears
And if I tell my dog "Roof," that mean he finna kill
They playin' basketball with my heart, she goin' for the steal
I prefer my woman with a natural ass 'cause I like how it feel
Yeah, you a dime, baby, you don't need no BBL
Movin' heavy loads in the truck, I need my CDL
Like you ain't got no gun charge? Go get your CPL
They close their eyes when I win, they wanna see me fail
Damn
They tryna trick me off the streets, they wanna see me in jail
Bitch, I can eyeball a bowl, I don't need a scale
Yeah, I heard dog never told, but his people tell
The reason everybody love me, I got people skills
Big unc' collect books, he like to read in jail
I just sent a letter, hope he see the mail
Know you can't play all the time, you gotta be for real
And I don't listen to TLC, but I be creepin' still
In your backyard, with a Russian K
Her coochie got lips, what the monkey say?
I stumbled 'cross a hunnid bands, it was a lucky day
She told me she don't do drugs, she got a junkie face
Go get your pussy checked out, see if that monkey straight
We stumbled 'cross two four's, it was a lucky eight
It seem like Dee keep losin' shit every fuckin' day
He lost a pint, said if we find it we gon' pour an eight
And then he found the pint, but only poured a three
And then he tried to play dead, act like he gone to sleep
That's my rich friend, he woke up laughin', poured another three
I put my young bull in trainin', let him hold the heat
Yeah, come on
I wake up and rock Amiri, and I rock Chrome to sleep
Gun like a briefcase, you can fold the heat
I heard somebody took your gun, somebody stole the heat
You got too many friends
I'm a real gaffle boy, I got too many bands
He said a joke then he died, he a silly man
I be with Lil Uzi and Skrilla, they my Philly friends
That's my rich friend, he woke up laughin', poured another three
Real shit, that's that real shit
You know what I'm sayin', like
Uh, nigga, we still drinkin', I mean
Ayo, if you see me [?]
No cap, no bullshit, this the shit that we want
Damn, that bitch hard
Damn, hold on
If you love me, baby, say it then
If you gon' let me fuck, or make me wait again?
Nigga, how the fuck we beefin' if you shake my hand?
I love my closest people, I don't hate my friends
She ran over my heart twice and she gone again
I tried to do some shit right, but I was wrong again
I'm in a room full of people, but I'm alone again
I miss my best friend, that was my only friend
Do that make me soft if I drop a tear?
I shot his uncle at the store, I made him drop a beer
I barely know her name, we used to work at [?]
If you gon' hit the gas, that mean I gotta steer
I hold her grab your suitcase, you gotta pack your tears
And if I tell my dog "Roof," that mean he finna kill
They playin' basketball with my heart, she goin' for the steal
I prefer my woman with a natural ass 'cause I like how it feel
Yeah, you a dime, baby, you don't need no BBL
Movin' heavy loads in the truck, I need my CDL
Like you ain't got no gun charge? Go get your CPL
They close their eyes when I win, they wanna see me fail
Damn
They tryna trick me off the streets, they wanna see me in jail
Bitch, I can eyeball a bowl, I don't need a scale
Yeah, I heard dog never told, but his people tell
The reason everybody love me, I got people skills
Big unc' collect books, he like to read in jail
I just sent a letter, hope he see the mail
Know you can't play all the time, you gotta be for real
And I don't listen to TLC, but I be creepin' still
In your backyard, with a Russian K
Her coochie got lips, what the monkey say?
I stumbled 'cross a hunnid bands, it was a lucky day
She told me she don't do drugs, she got a junkie face
Go get your pussy checked out, see if that monkey straight
We stumbled 'cross two four's, it was a lucky eight
It seem like Dee keep losin' shit every fuckin' day
He lost a pint, said if we find it we gon' pour an eight
And then he found the pint, but only poured a three
And then he tried to play dead, act like he gone to sleep
That's my rich friend, he woke up laughin', poured another three
I put my young bull in trainin', let him hold the heat
Yeah, come on
I wake up and rock Amiri, and I rock Chrome to sleep
Gun like a briefcase, you can fold the heat
I heard somebody took your gun, somebody stole the heat
You got too many friends
I'm a real gaffle boy, I got too many bands
He said a joke then he died, he a silly man
I be with Lil Uzi and Skrilla, they my Philly friends
That's my rich friend, he woke up laughin', poured another three
Real shit, that's that real shit
You know what I'm sayin', like
Uh, nigga, we still drinkin', I mean
Ayo, if you see me [?]
No cap, no bullshit, this the shit that we want
Damn, that bitch hard
