Chuckyy
Wemby
Where the fuck would you niggas be without me? For real
These niggas copy my flow, my swag, everything, yeah
No bap, I'd fuck me too
Money man
What would 224 mean without Chuckyy? Niggas wouldn't have rap deals
Maneski text my phone like, "You the GOAT, you just stopped him from rappin'" (Go)
He must think this shit a game, I'm not scared 'bout none of the that shit
But you know I am not goin', I got money and I'm crashin'
I will not set no damn bounty, all my niggas hunter downers
He must be smokin' that meth shit, I think his mind fuckin' clouded
Somebody please tell 'em shake back, we got choppеrs, go through BPs
My front pockets overly crippin' and my book bag got all seaweed
And by sеaweed, I mean twenties, I only thumb through the Franklins
I ain't gon' play with no rap nigga, on Fred grave, watch how we spank 'em
For no bitch like 49ers' quarterback, watch how they chase 'em
I get fresh, don't get no linin', ain't no point, my dreads keep swingin'
I got on mismatched designer, it ain't shit, but she can't take it
I only fuck on the baddest, I'm high right now, ain't shit here basic (No bap)
Bitch, these LV, these ain't Asics
Flash your kit, Big Opp gon' take it
Flex your Ro', Mil' D gon' take it
Flex your Drac', Lil' D gon' take it
Flex your ho, I bet I hit her, you just be flexin' your blick, I take it
I don't need no fuckin' Perc', I take her home, I bet I break her
SVR, this bitch ain't basic, I'm in Bali actin' brazy
Letras de cancionesSki 'nem just tossed me the key, he know I got this bitch here safeski
And this Glock ain't got no safety, run up on me, bet I blam you
Boy, I'm hot as fuckin' lava, I light up just like a candle
And I got your bitch flip-floppin', she on my dick like a sandal
I only got on a tank top, in the Yami spendin' Benjis
I only got time for headshots, ammunition cost too much
Binary, that three round bustin', fourth quarter, they ass get slumped
We don't beat around the bush, I bet Bathh 'nem get to the point
Ain't gon' lie, if it's one second, I'm passin' Mil' D that bitch
I know he ain't gon' let me down, I know for sure, yeah, that's an assist
KD actin' like a bum, he just fucked up my parlay pick
Street ball, used to check the ball up, cross and dunk all on his shit
When I'm happy, I throw fours up, that's a fun fact, random shit
Lean, money, hoes and fast cars, my life, that's a lottery pick
I already own multiple vehicles, I want that new 'Rari whip
Every car, I drive it fast, don't care if it was a Honda Civic (Free Smurk)
I'm not finna ride no fish bowl, you must be off one of them pillies (Free Smurky)
I done busted like every grade, but G20 into my favorite blicky
I done rocked like every show, I think the A my favorite city (Free Smurky)
And I been hearin' it's smoke, I'll be outside, come get up with me (Free Smurky, free Smurky)
I don't need no fuckin' crowd, I dunk on shit just like I'm Wemby (Free Smurky)
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