Migos - People’s Elbow lyrics

My wrist like The Rock, people’s elbow
Feds on your block, and they at your door
What you gonna do, flush your work, ho!
Flush the work, ho! Flush the work, ho!
Feds hit your door, better flush that dope
Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho!
Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho!

Take that pot
I hit it with the people’s elbow (Jabroni)
All red 'rari, there go Elmo (Rari)
Choppin' bricks, Leonardo, could be Donatello
(Tello)
The heroin is black like puddin', Bill Cosby
Jell-O (Cosby)
Imma need a whole kilo
Ain’t talking bout the rapper Kilo
(Kilo, nah)
Got bricks on bricks on bricks like Shaquille
O’Neil shooting at the free throw
(Free throw)
In the bando looking out the peep hole
(Bando) quavo, beast mode
I came a long way, finger fucking the bowl
And now I get 45K for a show (Uh)
QC the label, free promo
My position is quarterback like Tony Romo
(Woo) pretty bitches show me cameltoes
I’m balling, Dubai, riding camels ho
Whatchu mean what I got the Phantom for?
Whatchu mean what I got the banana for?
(Huh?) choppers on me like Osama nigga
No offense to the loss of the towers
You a gangster then you move in silence
(Silence)
If you talking out loud you a coward (Shh)

My wrist like The Rock, people’s elbow
Feds on your block, and they at your door
What you gonna do, flush your work, ho!
Flush the work, ho! Flush the work, ho!
Feds hit your door, better flush that dope
Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho!
Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho!

Flushing the dope if the boys come
Machine in my wrist like Decepticon
I got a mini 14 with a drum
Lamborghini black and white just like a nun
Throw a hundred rounds
Shit I’m just having fun
Call a Mexican to come and cut the lawn
I got megatons, started with a bum
Whipping up a storm, I’m bout to break my arm
Flush the dope, if the police coming then we
Shooting at them folks
Standing at the stove
Cooking the Marilyn Monroe
She get back to cooking dope and
I'ma fuck her in the throat
Started from the bottom
We started up on the floor
Versace, Versace, we hit em with the elbow
Run to the money like Usain Bolt
We got way more Os than tic tac-toes
Walk in Magic City like we
Walking in the snow
Solitaire earlobes, Givenchy on my toe
Cause I made it think a nigga sold his soul
Trapping gas bags, toss a nigga like a toad
Free all my niggas down the road
I never told
When it’s coke I got the F&N in my coat
Cook a nigga like a pork if
The money keep on coming short
Thought I was a joke
I got more bread than a loaf

My wrist like The Rock, people’s elbow
Feds on your block, and they at your door
What you gonna do, flush your work, ho!
Flush the work, ho! Flush the work, ho!
Feds hit your door, better flush that dope
Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho!

My wrist like The Rock, people’s elbow
Feds on your block, and they at your door
What you gonna do, flush your work, ho!
Flush the work, ho! Flush the work, ho!
Feds hit your door, better flush that dope
Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho!
Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho!