Baby Yoda Chetta

[Intro]
Beat Fiends

[Verse 1: Chetta]
Chop the roof off, let me ride like it's stolen
I'ma hotboy, ain't no telling what I'm holding
Drop a sixer of the tris in my soda
And my AR got a beam, call it Yoda
Spend a C note just to park where the hoes at
Vibing on my rooftop, smoking on a big pack
Glock 19 always poking, where the pole at?
Tell me can you hold that? Baby, can you hold that?
I'ma pull up, scream "bloody murder"
It's hot in the trap and we still haven't heard of ya
I got these racks and these straps like the punisher
Fuck from the back, I'ma break all her furniture
Counting up mula, I feel like I'm gudda
YSL dripping, your bitch call me Gunna
Pull the Cal Ripken, it rip like no other
Over here popping like I need another
Did I stutter? All on her lips like some color, hol' up
Talking my shit, it's no wonder
I'ma pull up like lightning, I'm thunder, hol' up
Run up on shit, it's a come up, come up
Get what you got, pussy run up, what up
I'm in the field with lions and bears
I smoke the pound cause life isn't fair
Popping on something, no, I never share
This choppa go crazy, might shoot at the air
I'm fucking on shawty, she think that I care
I'm fully aware, I'm fully aware
That draco be jumping, I jump over heads
Ten racks to my lawyers like fuck all the feds
One call to my migos, they chopping off heads