Danny London - Echelon Lyrics

If you ain't writing me a check, then shut the f*ck up
If I'm riding with a tec, then I gotta keep it tucked
Only going for respect, man, y'all can keep the love
Y'all don't gotta understand, I just gotta keep it up
If you ain't writing me a check, then shut the f*ck up
If I'm riding with a tec, then I gotta keep it tucked
Only going for respect, man, y'all can keep the love
Y'all don't gotta understand, I just gotta keep it up

I bet I get more streams than the rapper who scammed me
I bet I get more bitches than the drugs in Miami
I bet my bands thicker than the hoes that they can't reach
I bet I pass you jokers while I'm whipping the Camry
And I swish
Outta this shit
Gone for a while, man, they mad they ain't quit
I can just tell that's a hard one to swallow
My past seen more xans than Demi Lovato
Story reposts from the hoes that they follow
And if she hit my line, I'm ignoring the call tho
Yeah, I'm on a wave and you can't ride, bitch
And I dap them with the left, gotta sanitize it
And I'm still in quarantine and I know I'm not sick
Man, ever since I dropped, they be riding on my dick
If a post goes viral, they be saying that we click
But I ain't new, dog, I be knowing every trick

If you ain't writing me a check, then shut the f*ck up
If I'm riding with a tec, then I gotta keep it tucked
Only going for respect, man, y'all can keep the love
Y'all don't gotta understand, I just gotta keep it up
If you ain't writing me a check, then shut the f*ck up
If I'm riding with a tec, then I gotta keep it tucked
Only going for respect, man, y'all can keep the love
Y'all don't gotta understand, I just gotta keep it up

Got, gotta, keep it up
Bah, bah, keep it tucked
Not not, linkin' up
Not not, pickin' up

Don't compare our views, that's window pain
Got it on wrap like cellophane
Bout to blow up like Kurt Cobain
I don't need nirvana, I ain't tryna be saved
Don't make me f*ck your dream, bitch
Got a problem, leave it
In the drafts, on the wall
I don't care, bro, we lit
I'll keep it one more than Betty White
I'm comin' for the gold, it's all on sight
Killin' these beats, goin' hard all night
Y'all wanna be stars, but ain't that bright
How you spend more cash, dog, on a video
And the promo than the song
Y'all are f*ckin' silly, bro
Don't compare me to rappers who don't own any shit
I don't f*ckin' understand how your bros bump your shit
Y'all are trash, y'all are litter
Y'all are lame, y'all are bitter
Y'all are babies to me, bitch
And I ain't a f*ckin' sitter
Competition droppin' fast
Y'all are way better gone
Don't come for the don
This is upper echelon

If you ain't writing me a check, then shut the f*ck up
If I'm riding with a tec, then I gotta keep it tucked
Only going for respect, man, y'all can keep the love
Y'all don't gotta understand, I just gotta keep it up

Got, gotta, keep it up
Bah, bah, keep it tucked
Not not, linkin' up
Not not, pickin' up

Got, gotta, keep it up
Bah, bah, keep it tucked
Not not, linkin' up
Not not, pickin' up