Eli Fross - Growing Up Gangsta lyrics

Great John on the beat, by the way
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Fross (Ha ha haha)
Lemme hear that
Free Dev B, bitch
Look

I saw my felons need some Activis
Like free the shottas
(Grrah)
And only real niggas in my circle
No imposter
(Gang)
And brodie, he a demon
He'll turn you into pasta
And after we done smokin' you
We go and eat some lobster
(What, what?)
Smokin' big Runtz, shit shootin'
Call it Falcon
(Uh)
If niggas say it's lit, when we see 'em
We gon' out 'em
(Grrah-grrah)
He talkin' all that shit
Let's really see if he about it
(Grrah)
You say you movin' hot
Well we turnin' up the climate
(Grrah)
Sellin' grams in school while you
Was learnin' up in class
(Gang)
I was addin' bread while you
Was addin' up in math
(Ha)
You was cuffing girls while I
Was clappin' up that ass
(Ass)
You was doing homework while I
Was working in the trap
(Trap)
You was up early taking field trips to school
(School)
I was up early in the field, tryna boom
(Bwah)
You was tricking with hoes
I scooped her like a spoon
Niggas nutted in her mouth
Yeah I know you wifed it too
Ha, we got guns, we got big Tecs (What?)
Talkin' out of line
Have them kill you for that big check
(Gang, gang, gang)
And we ain't postin' on no book, nigga
(At all)
We'll come up on your sides and
Post up where you be at
(Grrah-grrah)
Niggas talkin', you could get flexed (Pussy)
A nigga been holdin' weight like
I work in Planet Fitness
(Bah)
And please stop talkin' like
You droppin' niggas
(Gang)
The only droppin' that you doing is
From these bullets makin' contact
Bang
(Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
Niggas know my body, I be wildin' out
(What?)
'Cause I be movin' like a demon
Talkin' spazzin' out
Big booty bitches in the circle
They be actin' out
(Grrah)
Ass fat, UFC, have her tappin' out (Rah rah)
Love the freaky bitches that be
Actin' on some kinky shit
(Woah)
'Cause I be fuckin' all night
She can't believe this shit
Drop top
'cause I'ma drop the bag if she toppin' it
(Skrrt)
I'm startin' to think this bitch a
Shooter the way she cockin' it
(Ha)

Huh, what?
Huh, what?
Huh, what?
Look

Might think I'm James Bond the way
I'm fancy with my feets
I heard that she a freak
Yeah baby we could meet
Got different color bitties and they
All do tricks for me
You was workin' for the city while
The city work for me
(Ha, pussy)
While you was servin' that food
I was servin' fiends
You was wifin' up them thotties
I was wifin' up that breesh
You was leanin' on them hoes
I was sippin' on that lean
You was trickin' for that pussy
I was fuckin' hoes for free
We ain't fuckin' with Suburbans
This a Cadillac
Uh
You was workin' for that breesh
I was takin' that
Uh
Told her get up on her
Knees, you was lickin' cat
Uh
You was out here makin' scenes
I was shootin' back
Uh
You was in it, finna snitch
I was lockin' in
Uh
You was waitin' for that swing
I was poppin' it
Uh
I was out here uppin' scores
You was coppin' it
Uh
I'm startin' to think this
Bitch a shooter the
Way she cockin' it, cockin'
It, cockin' it
Ah