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Chip in the Riz like cookie Blue tracksuit like Tookie Say hi to the opp next door Dun know they came with the Wookie If it ain't pull up and smoke Dun know it's pull up and jookie Should've went work, went trap Don't know why you wanna go bookie Yeah Man are tryna make gwop before breakfast Yeah I break it down like Tetris Whoa So when man ah enter, dem ah exit But she a thot But still when I enter, she ah flex it Ting on my wrist and it's looking all clean They're on piss and my shit steam Splurt's on the strip with the something that's mean Could've been local, could've been me Could've been tuna, could've been ACE These corners ain't no social place If I come with the wapper then I'm aiming for face If I hear he's got food then man are saying grace Letras de cancionesGyal ah arch up her back like she's tying shoelace, nakes 6:30 Caught him on his ones and I did him dirty Boot off door, me nuh inna turn key Forget dem boy cuh they're nuttin' like me See me in the cut with the something by me Neighbours watching, dem ah love pree Am I selling food? Bitch, I might be Chip in the Riz like cookie Blue tracksuit like Tookie Say hi to the opp next door Dun know they came with the Wookie If it ain't pull up and smoke Dun know it's pull up and jookie Should've went work, went trap Don't know why you wanna go bookie Yeah Man are tryna make gwop before breakfast Yeah I break it down like Tetris Whoa So when man ah enter, dem ah exit But she a thot But still when I enter, she ah flex it You chase girls that we diss, you're a waste yout 2 2 [?] kweff like Beirut Come to your block on a bike like [?] Baseball bat in my hand like I'm Babe Ruth Gyal give brain with her mouth and a grapefruit I just get brain in her mouth, I don't stay there She was too washed with her mouth, she can stay there I could care less, real talk, she was great too Tizzy Gang, Lewi to the 6 is a great crew One sixteen to his head, that's flatline Full sixteen in my clip, that's flat top And I rock shows when I show up with the crack rock Me and Max Mad spray crud and we back talk You'll get dipped, I don't wanna hear back talk Niggas end up on the ropes and they backtrack Tre write bars with a gun and a padlock Wh-whoa, new one-liner Jump in your girl dick first and wine her Man ah talk Tinder, you was on Grindr I was doing business, me and J Binder Came with the charge pack and we got cro too Shut down Radar, it's feeling like '02 Shut down Rinse and it's feeling like Sting now You owe me for the flow, I don't owe you Niggas don't know you but they know Tre You just know Queen, you don't know kway I'm a real life hellboy like Klay Fam, you don't do those things, just spray Niggas don't rate you but they rate me I don't even rate them, life of a G Kick down doors, don't fight for the key Break 'nuff law, bring knife in the street Chip in the Riz like cookie Blue tracksuit like Tookie Say hi to the opp next door Dun know they came with the Wookie If it ain't pull up and smoke Dun know it's pull up and jookie Should've went work, went trap Don't know why you wanna go bookie Yeah Man are tryna make gwop before breakfast Yeah I break it down like Tetris Whoa So when man ah enter, dem ah exit But she a thot But still when I enter, she ah flex it From Letras Mania