Chin check CHRIST DILLINGER (Ft. Acid Souljah & BRUHMANEGOD)

[Intro - Acid Souljah]
These rappers down bad, they make fools out of themselves
Why you DM'ing my bro asking me to text you back?
That shit hella wack, I don't wanna make a song
You in a dickriding ass collective, on God
You're making trap metal in 2023
Bitch, kill yourself, that could never be me
Don't worry about what the fuck he be doin'
It's DJ Smokey!
Don't look the shadow people directly in the eyes
Call the fire department, we just nuked the building

[Chorus - Bruhmanegod]
I feel so alive in this shit, yeah
Chin check a muhfucka ridin' on my dick, yеah
You ain't even got no hits, yeah
Givе your mom a hug, she already got a whip, yeah
Holy shit
Make the fucking sacrifice
Bitch I don't even smoke and I'm still higher than a satellite
Alive
While you still humiliate yourself on live (on live)
On live (on live)

[Verse - Christ Dillinger]
Turn on the stove and hand me the scale
Whatever you need, we got it for sale
Sha-sha-shadow
I [push?] that Camaro like a flying car
Rappers asking for favors like I'm an A&R
Whatever she need I'ma get it for her
Mink drag on the floor when I'm wearin' that fur
I'm driving that boy around like a chauffeur
Your bitch come to my house and we start doing [?]
So much rocks on my wrist that be lookin' absurd
Hate Supreme, got that new YoungBoy shirt
We got more guns than Skirt McGirt
Money long as fuck, just off speaking words
Triple stack an E, move like Fred Flintstone
My bitch a hoe, she put in work
Shadow Rich Gang just took your soul and you'll never get it back
I got pussy stains on all my black shirts
Reaching for my chain, end up in the dirt