Peoples Elbow Lyrics - Singles - Migos

[Hook - Quavo] 

My wrist like The Rock, people's elbow 

Feds on your block, and they at your door 

What you tryna 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 heroin 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 fucking the bowl 

And now I get 45K for a show 

QC the label, free promo 

My position is quarterback like Tony Romo 

Pretty bitches 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 nigga 

No offense to the loss of the towers 

You a gangster then you move in silence 

If you talking out loud you a coward 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2 - Offset] 

Flushing the dope if the boys come 

Machine in my wrist like Decepticon 

I got a mini 14 with a drum 

I'm making you black and white just like a nun 

Throw a hundred rounds, shit 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 fuck 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 

[?], I made em think a nigga sold his soul 

Trapping gas bags, toss a nigga like a toad 

Free all my niggas down the road, I never told 

[?] when it's coke I got the F&N in my coat 

Cook a nigga like a pork if the money keep on coming short 

Thought I was a joke, I got more bread than the law 

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