ELZHI - Brag Swag lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah

This your boy Elzhi

Finally here now

It's been a minute though

You know what I'm sayin?

I came up from nothin

Doin my thing, so I got the right to brag swag

Makin money off music I create

"Create"

Yo, the day that hell snowed is when El fold, poetry well told

It's entertainin, keep niggaz trainin like the railroad

Stingman, what I bring in is dope as the kingpen

Slingin, OG's threw me beneath the wingspan

Expert, through the less dirt, but still my tec squirt

Bucked, then it gets tucked in, just like a dress shirt

Been a beast in a winter fleece, time for your dinner feast

With a pen unleashed, if there's a priest, within a piece

Quick to lead, stick chicks of the thicker breed

Get fricker see with trigger speed, you puffin nigga weed

I buy hundred dollar bags, Cadillacs and polished Jags

Yeah, I show you how to brag, while the hours drag

Spit quotes that slit throats, bet it could split boats

Get votes off shit wrote, I'm the legit G.O.A.T.

And no statistic, to bitch niggaz I'm chauvinistic

I tote a biscuit, carry arms like shoulder discus ('scus)

"You heard what I said"

"Makin money for the music that a nigga create"

"Makin money for the music that a nigga create"

"Nigga you heard what I said"

"Makin money for the music that a nigga create"

"Makin money, money"

"For the, for the, music that a nigga create"

Remain a fresh goon 'til my flesh prune

You'll need a vest soon, to catch a chest wound

Have you rest, above the crest moon

On your block, get your door knocked

Then by my warlocks, who wore glocks

And left you with stains too deep for Clorox

Run rap beneath sun cap, levels is untapped

Done laps around a spun mat, hoes get they buns slapped

Y'all panic for all static, that's what I call frantic

Lookin shookers to small planet, becomin volcanic

Off top, y'all soft pop, weak as a cough drop

I love cop, to stop in the mall, so I can club shop

Veteran, you better involve us all in the letterin

If I don't get your girl wetter than, I must have met her twin

Create rhymes that are straight bombs, and call 'em Napalm

I date dimes and maybe an eight, if she got great palms

'Nough said, get at a rough dread, so I could puff red

I cuff bread, I'm paid and got maids, that could fluff beds

I even snuff heads

"Hey yo"

"Hey yo"

"Yo, yo"

"Nigga you heard what I said"

"Makin money for the music that a nigga create"...

"Nigga you heard what I said"

"Makin money for the music that a nigga create"

"Makin money for the music that a nigga create"

"Create"