Eric 3K! - Madonna Lyrics

Please don't try to run up
I'm not with the drama
But I'm with my brothers
And they might put you under
I'm not gon' even say a thing
I look like Stevie Wonder
Got the pack in my pocket
Singing just like Madonna

I just popped me half a perc
It took me to Nirvana
I need 5 racks for the verse
Cause I'm gon need the commas
If you not talking the bag
I'm not hearing it
I'm tryna get me a come up
My bro keep the stick in the back with the serial
Wet his ass up like a plumber
She said that i wouldn't be shit
Is you serious
I think this lil bitch delirious
I cannot fuck with no random appearances
My circle smaller than periods
Make the appointment then Im'a take care of it
Hit from the back got her asking what year it is
All of a sudden she acting so spirited
Sending me images
Hop on the track i'm on go with a passion
First day i hopped in the whip almost crashed it
First day i talked to your bitch almost smashed it
Asked her what happened
She said "i got a man stay round the way
But that nigga be lacking"
So I just took her bro
I ain't even ask shit
You cannot blame me for that shit
Guess that's the law of attract
Guess that's the law of attraction

Please don't try to run up
I'm not with the drama
But I'm with my brothers
And they might put you under
I'm not gon' even say a thing
I look like Stevie Wonder
Got the pack in my pocket
Singing just like Madonna

Left hand got the dusse
Right hand got the ganja
Can't hang with no fuck niggas
Real gang on my roster
I really can't trust bitches
I seen what they offer
How you acting tough
then pulling up in a Mazda

At least pull up in a Benz fuck nigga
Yeah he sending shots won't even duck nigga
Cant stress I'm smoking on Runtz nigga
With the sword on my back like Trunks nigga
If say the word Ralphy gon bust
Send him back to the earth like dust nigga
Boy look at my wrist it bust
And i still ain't got time to come fuck with you

And i just can't put my trust in you
Only got trust in myself
I'm knowing these bitches gon do what they gotta do
Nigga they tryna run up a lil wealth
And i'm going up better check on my latitude
Only a minute before you get left
Walk out in dior i dress to impress
With the big ass buckle like BB the belt
Call up the troops with the CB right there
Put him on TV like CNN yeah
I know that the teller be tired of seeing me walk in the bank
She like "You again?"
I just put in a check put a new one in
Feeling like Keem bitch you know i'm a hooligan
Doing two hundred
I swerve the big body bitch
You know that i'm moving it

Please don't try to run up
I'm not with the drama
But I'm with my brothers
And they might put you under
I'm not gon' even say a thing
I look like Stevie Wonder
Got the pack in my pocket
Singing just like Madonna