Chris (feat. Sneaky Sosama & StoneyIsland)

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Man, you know what the f*ck I'm on, man
Big Mob shit, big SSG shit
I be feelin like I'm Chris Partlow
Catch him slippin walkin down the alley
Never got caught, ain't ever have to go on housey
Tell me why the f*ck you sayin homies? You from Beaver County
I'm the realest that's around and I'ma say it proudly
New fit, ah, feelin fresher than some Downy
Smokin LA Kush out on the pier when I'm out in Cali
Call em Jimmy Hoffa, he got smoked and they ain't never found him
If you chillin wit that rat, you look a lil mousy
It's a bounty on his head, what, like $20,000
Let me up it, let me see my killers run in houses
Terrorize the neighborhood, cause I be buggin out
You be cappin when you rappin, tell me what the f*ck is that about
Kea with me now, higher than a spaceship
Still rockin Reebok, brody in that new Bape fit
Whippin up that cake mix, she fuckin with my cadence
I ain't get caught, I'm like, motherfuck the anklet
I heard your favorite rapper positive up on a rape kit
I don't wanna hear your songs, all that shit outdated
We ain't nothin to play with, we remaining dangerous
I just poured that Act, I feel like Prince, purple raining
Feelin super saiyan, got this M on me like Majin
These boys actin like some bitches, go online and gossip
Told that bitch I cannot love her, cause I'm stone cold like Austin
I be drippin like the faucet, look, aye
LA cannabis while I be walkin down Slauson
She a fan of this, if I call her over, pussy poppin
Bitch, we been mobbin, M on me like the Marlins
And my Goth bitch'll stop your head in some Doc Martens
I'm a shooter and a rapper, I'm a drill artist
Don't make me rock out wit that chop like I was a guitarist
Talkin crazy, get you stained, like a dirty carpet
Smoke em leavin out his mommas wit this dirty Taurus
He a rappin ass nigga, make em hip-hop
Six block, chasin niggas out they flip-flops
Smack a pussy nigga in his shit and call him Chris Rock
Try me wit the goofy shit and you gon get popped
They ask me why I'm always high has hell, I'm off the Ray pack
Up the fuckin glizzy on a nigga, tell him stay back
We just slid on yo mans, get your payback
Wake up out my sleep tryna shoot, like, where my K at
Matter fact, nigga, where my opps at
Goofy ass niggas talkin shit, they gon get popped at
I'm so high, I'm askin Mizzy where my Glock at
These niggas always talkin on the Gram, they need to stop that
Yeah, bitch, I'm a big baller
If I was standin on my money, I would get taller
I just faced the whole Wood, I need a sip of water
Niggas out here thinkin wit they dick, they need to get smarter
You wanna talk about some money, go and make a flip
You the type to say that you be trappin just to smoke your zip
I'm the type to f*ck yo mom and bust up on her lip
Just a couple years ago, the nigga blood, but now he's Crip
Keep the glizzy on my hip and it's a 26
Oh, that nigga talkin shit, he catchin 26
Matter fact, here, take the whole 30
Niggas swear to God they out to get me and I ain't even worried
Punch a nigga in his face and make his vision blurry
Bitch, it's a muddy cup, I been slippin dirty
I might have to pull up on his ass
Said you got the glizzy in yo jacket, then you gotta blast
Stoney in this bitch, he clutchin 30s, tryna drop his ass
F*ck a sip of water, off this Wood, I need to take a nap
Shooter show, this choppa like a band because it bang and clap
Toting on some shit you never seen, this an exclusive strap
F*ck that bitch like I'm a chiropractor, way I blew her back
Brody tried to short me for the dub, I went and took his sack
Party on the roof of the trap, I'm tryna go get some ass
Flip em out his whip, caught em slippin and then he seen a flash
Fuckin on this bitch, she take dick and then I'ma do the dash
Driving in the whip and I'm shootin, boy, I hope I don't crash
Got the chopper and the extension, we put em in the past
Matter fact, we do him like garbage men, put em in the trash
Catch him at the corner store, up it, then we gon take his cash
He a bitch, we punched on em, then we put his ass in the cask
Fuckin on this bitch and his auntie, you know she love the dick
I just pulled up on her with hundreds, you know I love to trick
I just pulled up on her and fucked her and then I had to dip
Yeah, bitch, then I had to dip
I don't even care bout that hoe, I just wan f*ck her friend
Hangin out the roof of the Trackhawk, yeah, we just spin his bin
Hangin in the back of the trap, because we won't let her in
I might go and blow out her back, but I will not pay her rent
Yeah, bitch, let's get it, yeah, gang

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