Lyrics:
An I’m all the way on that chill mode
Relax don’t get smacked
Talking outta turn‘ll get ya jacked
For ya paper stacks all about that green
Be it weed
I can help ya if ya only let me touch ya
If I'm wrong, love, tell me, 'cause I get caught up
And the life I live is Hell, see, I never thought I
I'm the realest nigga on the totem pole
Chasin' down the money 'til I overload
Two bad bitches on the menu
I take both of those
I don't care if they was
sport
I get signals from the source
I can twist and it contorts
I just feel like I'm a Porsche
I'm Carrera, era-era-era-era-era-era
and say, "Yo!", Hit it!
Shake it, ah don't break it
'Cause I know we can make make make it
You go, "Ah, ahh, ah ah oh ooh"
And if you're ready to party
and say, "Yo!", Hit it!
Shake it, ah don't break it
'Cause I know we can make make make it
You go, "Ah, ahh, ah ah oh ooh"
And if you're ready to party
the wheezing
Don't get too comfortable
Shout out to Weezy
If I smell come ups
You know that I'm eating
250 plus bitch and my bars
Like My features
Aye
I be
Chi-Chi don't stop, Chi-Chi don't skrrt
Chi-Chi got a job, Chi-Chi go to work
Always on fire, I don't get burnt
I’m givin’’ ya more than a buffet
I’m
the pound
Go get your clique, nigga
This nigga running with clowns
I'm a rich nigga, I get you clipped at cost right now
Niggas forget niggas as soon
it gets bad and things will only get bad
So now I'm getting bad skin and I got that badge and
Tellin' me them bastards, don't catch a bad break
Caught
can't go where I go
And none of them can't educate me about dough
You can't educate me about bagging up food
Shut ya mout' and don't get rude
None
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
ya to come get
I'm 2 steppin' with my weapon
Cause they don't check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there
And they don't check us
All of the niggas
will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
it
Now she start giving up dough
To go shoppin' with
Popping ish might get you to deserve it
But it happened
Be happy she ain't get you murdered
I'm
it
Now she start giving up dough
To go shoppin' with
Popping ish might get you to deserve it
But it happened
Be happy she ain't get you murdered
I'm
action
And it gets into my blood
The call me the trail blazer, Rael electric razor
I'm the pitcher in a chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'Cause
against all y'all
I'm ready to brawl at all times,
don't give a fuck who I'm up against
As long as I can take everyone in my circle
If you really want
get is what you get
Let the right one in
It's a goddamn sin
I'm ready, ready to begin
Let the right one in
Let the right one in
Ya gotta go
sharp like a pencil
But the pencil's made of oak, so don't provoke
You'll get broke, whaddya take I for a joke?
I'm radical, mathematical if I have
tha thugga hands up in the sky
Never shy he's fly
Who am I, who you be?
I'm the one's gon' get buck
T-straight from the Chi
Ribal, homosydal,
the pound
Go get your clique, nigga
This nigga running with clowns
I'm a rich nigga, I get you clipped at cost right now
Niggas forget niggas as soon
muscles
I'm feeling myself
Cuz if I don't who will
Haters steady talking but I feel myself, still
Top is where I aim
Get ready to fall
Ain't gone share
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