D-Block Europe & Ghost Killer Track – Elegant & Gang Lyrics

I don’t want to get it
That I don’t know where to go
Ghost Killer Track, bébé (yeah)

Real man, I ain’t in my feelings on the ‘Gram
Slow down now, I’m only schemin’ for the fam’
We both rap, but I ain’t competin’ with you, gang
Tryna cop a crib in yard, so, when you see me, gotta tan

I’m glad you came, I feel so lonely
Glad you came, I feel so lonely (lonely)
So glad you came

Yeah, and you be snappin’ what I got you, showin’ people what I bought you (yeah)
All your hatin’ cousins better watch the way I spoil you (yeah)
All them jealous bitches that was hopin’ that you leave
Hope to see them diamonds on you and that makes them weak
‘Cause your friend got a man that beats her up and fuckin’ cheats (how?)
But tryna get my lady a vibe, she gotta cheat
Toast to them bitches, toast to them niggas
Not a tweet drivin’ lessons, hundred grand-

Fast car by 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?
200 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 fuck 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 mommy issues out ’cause when you grow, those show
Some the realest niggas I know end up breedin’ some hoes

Stayin’ on my feet, I been standin’ on my arm
Rich nigga shit, I will never fall
If I hit the bitch, she ain’t talk (yeah)
Fast life, I been reapin’ what I sow

Fast car by 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?
200 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 fuck my lady, but me, that’s my biggest flex

Body count, I love the bitch, that’s why I’m with her
My lil’ bebe on the beach, we eatin’ dinner
Kinda crazy you been changin’ how I think
I’m just watchin’ Sky Sports in this Range, you know I’m in
Made a mill’ and all the patience was a thing
Said you’re with me, but you wasn’t fully here
Said you’re glad that I came alone
(Said you glad that I came alone, you did)

Off the Perc, remember me that night?
I was feelin’ vulnerable, off a 30, should’ve took a five
Irresponsible, ate a pussy on a dirty Sprite, I was vulnerable
Flip a dirty 9, I feel those niggas comin’ close
Pretty bitch with confinence, I love it when you moan
You thought you so OB, that was Beezo, that’s the cologne
I pull up Lewis Ham’, Ham’, thousands on your skin tan
I’ll leave it glow

Fast car by 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?
200 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 fuck my lady, but me, that’s my biggest flex

Real man, I ain’t in my feelings on the ‘Gram
Slow down now, I’m only schemin’ for the fam’
We both rap, but I ain’t competin’ with you, gang
Tryna cop a crib in yard, so, when you see me, gotta tan

I’m glad you came, I feel so lonely
Glad you came, I feel so lonely (lonely)
So glad you came
(So glad you came)
(Yeah)
(I’m glad you came)