Quavo - People's Elbow lyrics

[Hook: Quavo] My wrist like The Rock, people's elbow Feds on your block, and they at your door What you gonna do, flush your work, ho! Flush the work, ho! Flush the work, ho! Feds hit your door, better flush that dope Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! [Verse 1: Quavo] Take that pot, I hit it with the people's elbow All red 'rari, there go Elmo Choppin' bricks, Leonardo, could be Donatello The h**n is black like puddin', Bill Cosby, Jell-O Imma need a whole kilo, ain't talking bout the rapper Kilo Got bricks on bricks on bricks like Shaquille O'Neil shooting at the free throw In the bando looking out the peep hole Quavo, beast mode I came a long way, finger f**ing the bowl And now I get 45K for a show QC the label, free promo My position is quarterback like Tony Romo Pretty b**hes show me cameltoes I'm balling, Dubai, riding camels ho Whatchu mean what I got the Phantom for? Whatchu mean what I got the banana for? Choppers on me like Osama n***a No offense to the loss of the towers You a gangster then you move in silence If you talking out loud you a coward [Hook: Quavo] My wrist like The Rock, people's elbow Feds on your block, and they at your door What you gonna do, flush your work, ho! Flush the work, ho! Flush the work, ho! Feds hit your door, better flush that dope Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! [Verse 2: Offset] Flushing the dope if the boys come Machine in my wrist like Decepticon I got a mini 14 with a drum Lamborghini black and white just like a nun Throw a hundred rounds, sh** I'm just having fun Call a Mexican to come and cut the lawn I got megatons, started with a bum Whipping up a storm, I'm bout to break my arm Flush the dope, if the police coming then we shooting at them folks Standing at the stove, cooking the Marilyn Monroe She get back to cooking dope and Imma f** her in the throat Started from the bottom, we started up on the floor Versace, Versace, we hit em with the elbow Run to the money like Usain Bolt We got way more Os than tic-tac-toes Walk in Magic City like we walking in the snow Tyler [?] earlobe, Givenchy on my toe Cause I made it think a n***a sold his soul Trapping gas bags, toss a n***a like a toad Free all my n***as down the road, I never told When it's coke I got the F&N in my coat Cook a n***a like a pork if the money keep on coming short Thought I was a joke, I got more bread than a loaf