Upper Echelon - Hint

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!