Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Upper Echelon , by - Hint. Song from the album Daily Intake, in the genre РеггиRelease date: 18.03.2012
Record label: Full Thought
Song language: English
Upper Echelon |
| Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie |
| Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic |
| Party at the Sphinx, damn that’s so outlandish (straight up) |
| She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands (dope) |
| Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here (La Flame) |
| Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year (straight up) |
| Don’t you come around me, ain’t got the time, b |
| Watch me do the Randy, touchdown (bricks) |
| Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child (La Flame) |
| Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her (SKRRT) |
| We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider |
| Aight Travis, let get it — HUSTLE GANG, NIGGA! |
| You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect or else I guarantee |
| you’ll get wet (sho'nuff?) |
| You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest (ay) — a choppa no less |
| than a tech |
| You niggas want trouble in that I’m the best, they just wanna talk, |
| I ain’t finna do that (what?) |
| I just might pull up wherever you at, put my foot in your ass and a hole in |
| your hat (BLAAAT!) |
| Ok, hol' up, let me freezer (okay), these niggas must have caught amnesia (say |
| what?) |
| My face caught in these streets cuh (ay), all credit, no Visa (leh'go) |
| Excuse me shawty don’t get me started (what), if yo shit sick, my shit retarded |
| (okay) |
| Motherfucker can’t see the tree but before I get wrong get shot then leave 'em |
| in the forest |
| Boom, wait til the end of the Earth, just to get my check, interfere, get hurt |
| Hey, first thing first, this what I do: I’m a king motherfucker who the hell |
| are you? |
| Check suckas off top, I bet I do, Hustle Gang in it bitch, you better lay down |
| fool |
| We creme de la creme fuck them fuck niggas, top shelf upper echelon can’t fuck |
| with us (ay) |
| (2 CHAINZ!) |
| Uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside me (ERRRT) |
| It’s a two seater, your bitch can’t ride, ho I’m sorry (damn) |
| Let’s get it jumpin', call it center court (ugh) |
| On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court (tell 'em) |
| Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes |
| On the plane with your bitch and a carry on |
| I do it for my city, then I fly away |
| I can see tomorrow, I’m so high today |
| I told 'em let’s pray, I keep killin' verses (bap-bap) |
| Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses |
| Pull out that seven (yea), MAC eleven (bap) |
| Pastor, reverend (hol' up) — Versace heaven |
| La Flame, straight up! |