Let Me Know

Elvis
My baby, my valentine, yeah
Girl, na you dey make my temperature dey rise (grrah-grrah, boom)
If you leave me, I go die, I swear (like, like)
You are like the oxygen I need to survive (grrah-grrah), I'll be honest (grrah)
Your loving dey totori me (grrah-grrah, boom)
I am so obsessed, I want to chop your nkwobi, ule (like)
Every opp shot, everything dead
Gang, gang
MB, MB, Drip

If it's up, then its stuck, let me know
I've been fiendin' to up on the score (grrah-grrah boom)
Spinnin' and blitzin', lookin' for a O (lookin for a O)
Smokin' on Dubskii while spinnin' through dough (Dubskii)
Thеse niggas cappin', rappin', but they know
If we catch him lackin', thеn it's low (then it's low)
Catch me a LV, then he gotta go (grrah-grrah boom)
Ima start uppin', aimin' for his fro (aimin' for his fro)

Everything dead when we in the spot (everything dead)
If we catch them niggas, then they shot (they shot)
They cuffin' them bitches, all them bitches thots (all them bitches shot)
They was fiendin' to give me the drop (They was fiendin' to give me the drop)
We them niggas that still make it hot (We gon make it hot)
If he Drilly Bop, he gettin' flocked (Yeah he gettin' flocked)
If he gettin' jiggy, he get shot (Yeah he gettin' shot)
Hollows start spittin', scratchin' niggas top, like

Got a thotty, she neaky, she Gzzly (she what?)
She gon shake it whenever she see me (whenever she see me)
Baby girl, don't trust me, I'm too sleezy (I'm too sleezy)
Nina put some niggas on the TV (put em on the TV)
Drip home, so it's no more free Keemy (no more)
Bro almost hit a nigga in his feegee (Hit em in his feege)
If I ever go back, they won't free me (at all)
Niggas mad 'cause I make it look easy ('cause I make it look easy)

And I just put some wock' in my cup (Wock in my cup)
Sippin' drink, it got a nigga stuck (got a nigga stuck)
We some demons, we ain't wit' the bluff (We ain't wit' the bluff)
Baby nine wit' me, that bitch come in clutch (that bitch come in clutch)
Last opp got hit in his gut
All the opps dyin', they ran out of luck
Since a jit, I always kept it tucked
Young and reckless, we don't give a fuck

Call up Costa, put you on a poster (put you on a poster)
Last opp got hit in his shoulder (got hit in his shoulder)
Bad bitch, tryna shake it, bend it over (shake it, bend it over)
When I'm shootin', I like to get closer (I like to get closer)
I'm a top five
If we spot us a opp in a range
I'ma flock at the Rover (I'ma flock at the Rover)
Bitch, I got mines
I could dump without perkys and boom at niggas while I'm sober

And I fuck wit' my Brooklyn niggas
But a couple of Brooklyn niggas suckin' the Bronx dick
Niggas mad because we got the wave (we got the what?)
And them niggas ain't gettin' responses (at all)
TG lay 'em down just like a carpet (Lay em like a carpet)
He wasn't movin' right, we had to park 'em (We had to park em)

I'm a demon, slidin' in the darkness (slidin' in the darkness)
Spinnin' wit' ooters all my niggas heartless, like (all my niggas heartless)
What yall niggas gon' do? (What yall niggas gon' do?)
Run up on me, I'ma up it and boom (I'ma up it and boom)
Call up the Drips, get em' knocks out his shoes (get em' knocks out his shoes)
Off the perky, mix it wit' the juice (mix it wit' the juice)
I don't got the chop, he gettin' poofed (he gettin' poofed)
Rah Rah the zaza' pack, that nigga boof (Rah Rah)

They ain't spinnin', to tell you the truth (at all)
Pass it off to the five and let em' oot'
All this drip on me real, don't do fake clothes (at all)
Busy chasin' the bag, I don't chase hoes (I can't)
All a nigga wanted was the bankrolls
Free my demons locked up in them state clothes (free them guys)
They gon' hate when you up, that's how hate goes (facts)
If a opp try to front, he gon' take those
I'on got the chop, he gettin' K O'd
Hollows straight to his face, where his brain go?

Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
DOA, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
MB, MB
Drip

If you make the Makk, then you a stain (you a stain)
How my young demons spinnin' snatchin' chains (spinnin' snatchin' chains)
Bitch, I'm pistol packin', I got aim (I got aim)
Boomin' at niggas be like fuck a ring (grrah-grrah boom)
And no, we ain't shootin' from deep (we ain't shootin' from deep)
Get 'em close, we gon' put 'em to sleep (put 'em to sleep)
Opps pussy, they be duckin' heat (they duckin' heat)
Big ass chop, knock 'em of his feet (knock 'em of his feet)

Off the perky, masked up tryna creep (tryna creep)
He keep dissin', can't wait 'til we meet (can't wait 'til we meet)
I'ma up it and click 'fore you blink ('fore he take a blink)
Vision blurry I'm goin' off the drink (I'm goin' off the drink)
Tryna run he got shot in his back (he got shot in his what?)
Supa sitchy, I could never lack (I could never lack)
Supa MB, I don't fuck with Hatz (I don't fuck with Hatz)
Bitch, I was 30 totin' on a strap (totin' on a strap)

In the Maybach, the pole on my lap (and the pole on my lap)
Smokin' on Mexi, they can't get him back (Mexi)
Talk facts, let's get into that (let's get into that)
None of my Five's ain't never got clapped (they ain't never got clapped)
I'ma look for the Gz's and O's (and a what)
EBK and that just how it go