| Singer | D-Block Europe |
| Music | D-Block Europe |
Elegant & Gang Lyrics
Grown man, I ain’t in my feelings on the ‘Gram
Slowed down now, I’m only schemin’ for the fam
We both rap, but I ain’t competing with you, gang
Tryna cop a crib and yard, so when you see me, got a tan
I’m glad you came, I felt so lonely
Glad you came, I felt so lonely (Lonely)
So glad you came (So glad you came), yeah
And you be snappin’ what I got, you showin’ people what I bought you
All your hatin’ cousins better watch the way I spoil you
All them jealous bitches that was hopin’ that you’d leave
Hope they see them diamonds on you and it makes them weep
Cah your friend got a man that beats her up and fuckin’ cheats
Been tryna give my lady advice, she got a cheek
Toast to them bitches, toast to them niggas
Not a tweet, driving lessons hundred-grand Jeep
Fast car like Lewis Ham’, Ham’, Ham’
32 degrees, golden tan, tan, tan
I think I’m your number-one fan, fan, fan
How you so elegant and so gang, gang, gang?
Two hundred on the dash, autobahn, bahn, bahn
So elegant and still gang, gang, gang
So elegant and still gang, gang
Don’t worry ’bout your ex
No nigga for my lady but me, that’s my biggest flex
Yeah, I’m with the bro
And he can’t put his pole down, that’s all he knows
Sort your mummy issues out, ’cause when you grow they’ll show
Some of the realest niggas I know end up breedin’ some hoes
Stayin’ on my feet, I been standin’ on my own
Rich nigga shit, I will never fold
If I hit the bitch, she ain’t never told
Fast life, I’ve been reapin’ what I sowed
Fast car like Lewis Ham’, Ham’, Ham’
32 degrees, golden tan, tan, tan
I think I’m your number-one fan, fan, fan
How you so elegant and so gang, gang, gang?
Two hundred on the dash, autobahn, bahn, bahn
So elegant and still gang, gang, gang
So elegant and still gang, gang
Don’t worry ’bout your ex
No nigga for my lady but me, that’s my biggest flex
Body count, I love the bitch, that’s why I’m with her
Malibu, we on the beach, we eatin’ dinner
Kinda crazy, you been changin’, I think
I’m just watchin’ Sky Sports in this Range that I’m in
Made a mill’, I know that patience was a thing
Said you with me, but you wasn’t fully in
Said you’re glad that I came, I know (I know)
(Said you’re glad that I came, I know, you did)
Off a Perc’, remember me that night, I was feelin’ vulnerable
Off a thirty, should have took a five, irresponsible
Ate her pussy on the dirty Sprite, I was honorable
Grip a dirty nine, I feel those niggas comin’ close
Pretty bitch with confidence, I love it when you moan
You thought you saw LB, that was Beezo, that’s the clone
I pull up, Lewis Ham’, Ham’
Thousands on your skin tan (I will let you glow)
Fast car like Lewis Ham’, Ham’, Ham’
32 degrees, golden tan, tan, tan
I think I’m your number-one fan, fan, fan
How you so elegant and so gang, gang, gang
Two hundred on the dash, autobahn, bahn, bahn
So elegant and still gang, gang, gang
So elegant and still gang, gang
Don’t worry ’bout your ex
No nigga for my lady but me, that’s my biggest flex
Grown man, I ain’t in my feelings on the ‘Gram
Slowed down now, I’m only schemin’ for the fam
We both rap, but I ain’t competing with you, gang
Tryna cop a crib and yard, so when you see me, got a tan
I’m glad you came, I felt so lonely
Glad you came, I felt so lonely
So glad you came (So glad you came, glad you came, glad you came, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
So glad you came (Glad you came, glad you came, glad you came)
