Lyrics Growing Up Gangsta - Eli Fross

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

I saw my felons need some Activis
Like free the shottas
And only real niggas in my circle, no imposters
And brodie, he a demon
He'll turn you into pasta
And after we done smokin' you
We go and eat some lobster
Smokin' big Runtz, shit shootin', call it Falcon
If niggas say it's lit
When we see 'em, we gon' out 'em
He talkin' all that shit
Let's really see if he about it
You say you movin' hot
Well we turnin' up the climate
Sellin' grams in school
While you was learnin' up in class
I was addin' bread
While you was addin' up in math
You was cuffing girls
While I was clappin' up that ass
You was doing homework
While I was working in the trap
You was up early taking field trips to school
I was up early in the field tryna boom
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
Talkin' out of line
Have them kill you for that big check
And we ain't postin' on no book, nigga
We'll come up on your sides
And post up where you be at
Niggas talkin', you could get flexed
A nigga been holdin' weight
Like I work in Planet Fitness
And please stop talkin' like you droppin' niggas
The only droppin' that you doing
Is from these bullets makin' contact
Niggas know my body, I be wildin' out
'Cause I be movin' like a demon
Talkin' spazzin' out
Big booty bitches in the circle
They be actin' out
Ass fat, UFC, have her tappin' out
Love the freaky bitches
That be actin' on some kinky shit
'Cause I be fuckin' all night
She can't believe this shit
Drop top, 'cause I'ma drop the bag if she toppin' it
I'm startin' to think this bitch a shooter the way she cockin' it

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
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