Trippie Redd - Elite** lyrics

[Verse] Pullin' up, big body, and this b*tch convertible She could be the baddest b*tch, I swear to God, I'm curvin' her Blow a b*tch brains out like a damn murderer fu*ked her last week, but I swear I've never heard of her Put a spell on this b*tch with my dick, yeah, I'm cursin' her Hundred round drum on the stick, it reverse on him The opps poppin' out like a zit, then I'm burstin' 'em Heard them ni**as talkin' brazy, I'ma put 'em in a hearse, huh .223s, .762s, put 'em in the dirt, huh Big chop, she see what's in store, I ain't talkin' clerks, huh I be with the birds, bet a b*tch won't say a peep Hundred fifty on my chain, hundred on my teeth They want me to kill 'em, okay, got it, I'm elite Got my wallet, not my phone, leave a message at the beep All these ni**as pussy, pussy, all I see is pink All these pussy ni**as ran off when I popped...