Lyrics No Rest for the Wicked - Elite

I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang
I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang

Shorty hit my line like can I kick it
Told her I'm a man about my business
Started blowing up my phone like why you trippin'
Told her there's no rest for the wicked, ay
Brody hit me up like what's good pimpin'
Told him I can't hang around these bitches, no
Money over hoes, that's difference, yeah
Told him there's no rest, no rest for the wicked

No rest for the wicked
No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked
No rest for the wicked
No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked

I've been up for some days
Grinding out to get paid, wow
Dont ask me what my shit made
Pussy stay in yo lane, now
Hit up frenchy for a beat and you know the bitch gonna bang, loud
If I love her and I leave her, then you know the bitch Cobain, blaow
Brains out
People don't really change
Shit ain't even the same now
Been a real one since I came out
The womb im digging graves now
So I'm busy than motherfucker
Adding up all these fuckin' numbers
I built myself and you don't have to love it
Oh no

Homie hit my text like what's the mission
I said I never been too broke to pay attention
He said the money's on the way, you tryna get, get, get it
Told him there's no rest for the wicked

No rest for the wicked
No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked
No rest for the wicked
No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked

I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang
I carry that flame, smoking propane, pull up in the range
Take her back my place she gone let me bang, I'ma make it rain
Still the mother fucking man, screaming money ain't a thang, no

My ex just hit my line like don't you miss me
Miss me with bullshit, bitch you history
Then I told her get a clue like whats the mystery
Way too many fish up in the sea but I aint fishin

Brody hit up, like whats good pimpin?
Told him I can't hang around these bitches, no
Money over hoes, that's difference, yeah
Told him there's no rest, no rest for the wicked

No rest for the wicked
No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked
No rest for the wicked
No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked

I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang
Shorty hit my line like can I kick it
Told her I'm a man about my business
I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang
Started blowing up my phone like why you trippin'
Told her there's no rest for the wicked, ay
I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang
Brody hit me up like what's good pimpin'
Told him I can't hang around these bitches, no
I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang
Money over hoes, that's difference, yeah
Told him there's no rest, no rest for the wicked

No rest for the wicked
No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked
No rest for the wicked
No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked