Lyrics:
got killed by a big chunk
Chuck's dead, Chuck's dead
Well Chuck was my favorite surfin' dude
But one fine day he ate too much food
And now he's six feet
still awake, I gotta be up at ten tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra
the drive-by
Girl goin down but the feelin got me sky high
I do what I want
Blowing money fast
Nothin like niggas
Call me chuck bass
Call me call me Chuck Bass
sheep, when they
Notice me. Stay away
From my energy
If you the enemy
When it comes to cash flow
We got the remedy
Presidential
Kennedy
Overpriced
hoes
Free your soul, it's Mac and Chuck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out
hoes
Free your soul, it's Mac and Chuck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out
victim hid
Stuck Chuck in the closet
And I can tell by the deposit, I got my target
French poodle, stomp it limp noodle
Rev Chuck up and stir
good
I just Chuck Norris kick it
Then a Nigga chuck wood
Said she wanna be my girl
I don't know if she should
The boy 'bout the business
Check
later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tre rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my-
Maybe I should
chill or get killed by a New Yorker
"And all my niggas in the pen
Here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us
From a MAC-10"
I got eleven MAC
body
Groove wit me if ya ready to party (ya'll ready to party)
[Mishon (Doe Mac)]
We know we're the future
And we got it goin on (got it goin on ya'll)
wife nigga
Took the nation by storm with a live performance
Cleanest nigga can't believe the kicks this nigga perform in
Yo, what's on my feet is
Chorus:
We all in the club drinkin that clear
Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear
Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut
We tryna get high
to it
PARTY sent my jackas to it
Drama bring the Mac into it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make
want it with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
I got a black mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chit chat
My bitch bad, I get racks
That Rolls Royce, come gift-wrapped
Them birds still
with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my
Pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
You know
junior high
Who am I
Mili milz this here the do or die
Got blunts for days and bottomless bitches
Head up I'm coming up riches
West coast strictly
Chuck
alive
I would be like Ginger, you ain't Gilligan isle
Really don't care, I'm in love with the island
Rockin' Dior 'cause it goes with my diamonds
Got
on
Uh, come on! Uh, come on!
Uh, come on! (Kick it, Chuck)
Never bitter but better, backed by the fact
All I got is my word
The new curse word is black
Oh
Woo
Oh
Yeah
Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223
er cutely she RUN!
My thug workin with a Mac11
Got a Mac9 with a DRUM!
Me known to this when i'm talkin shit
I like talkin shit cuz it's FUN!
Love
we'll go (shut the fuck up)
Alright
Ask Dre
All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC-10
One thing you can never have is my motherfuckin' black skin
that's what's up
Look, clappers to the front, all you niggas got the skumps
Now she find a bust it loose, screamin' rest in peace to Chuck
It's that
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