Eli Fross spits hard in new video for the “Laced” song [+Audio, Lyrics]

Eli Fross premieres the visual for the “Laced” song produced by Great John. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Eli Fross Laced

Eli Fross comes through with his first single of the year titled, “Laced,” and what a statement he made. Taking on the sinister production of Great John, Fross offers menacing bars with braggadocious flexes over the course of two minutes. “Ride around town with the bid body double R, shooters turn into a tank/ ‘Cause I got the power, and I’m unstoppable, aye,” he raps on the track.

Eli Fross – Laced (prod. Great John)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Great John beats, baby
Great John on the beat, by the way

[Verse 1]
Wait, what?
Can’t move cause I’m too laced
Touché, somebody gon’ get hit while I’m off d’ussé
No race, too saucy, can’t catch up, can’t reach my pace
Can’t wait, big dog, I’ma beat that cat if it’s in my face
No sober
Have a bad bitch get down low while a rich nigga roll up
Gang poured up
And we don’t need a party, gang is the party, you know us
We show up
Gang lookin’ like a bag in this bitch, you can see that we glo’ed up
We don’t know nothin’
Twelve all on my body, we ducking them boys like we owe some

[Chorus]
Count bread like I’m working at the bank
Fuck good, then that Louis come your way
I’m too hood to be lackin’, keep a thing
Fuck love, need some money in my safe
Police opp tried to catch up, but it’s late
Too tact, too tough, they can’t evade
I need bread, baby girl, don’t need a bae
Unlike most dudes, they can’t relate
(Unlike most dudes, they can’t relate)

[Verse 2]
Wait, what?
Nah fuck that, I’m still laced
Redbone bitch look good, slim waist
Kool-aid dicking she might taste, ayy
And I got the bands, feel it in my pants, looking like a bank
Ride ’round town in a big body double R, shooters turning to a tank
‘Cause I got the power, and I’m unstoppable, ayy
Niggas acting tough, acting out of pocket, swear I won’t pop at you
Yeah, a nigga dripped out, lit now, shawty like the way I rock my jewels
Iced out, young nigga, grown bitch wanna suck my popsicle
Ain’t no other young nigga like me be flexin’
He want the work, then we stretch him
Ride with two dogs on my side like the number eleven, you will get added to heaven
Talking real tough out your mouth, then we using subtraction
Multiple shots coming at him
(I got the fetish for money, I’m good with the adding, know I be flippin’ the package)
(You know I)

[Chorus]
Count bread like I’m working at the bank
Fuck good, then that Louis come your way
I’m too hood to be lackin’, keep a thing
Fuck love, need some money in my safe
Police opp tried to catch up, but it’s late
Too tact, too tough, they can’t evade
I need bread, baby girl, don’t need a bae
Unlike most dudes, they can’t relate (Falayho)
(Unlike most dudes, they can’t relate)