Online Chase Fetti (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Chorus: Chase Fetti x3]
I aim good, I had the J's online
I would front the work if they paid on time
I'm scrapin' change to hit his vein with this nine
Gettin' paid by design, these the days of our lives

[Verse 1: Chase Fetti]
Uh, we used to deal Girl, now you unemployed
My fiends jump for joy, my smack hittin' like a punch from Roy
Jones, should I keep the chrome? Ain't have another choice
I'm a bad guy, a rabbi, how I be touchin', boy
I was cuttin' that, boy, with M-30s that switch
My stick Bernie Mac, with a clip curve, in fact
You get buried like, tryna stick curry
Grab the grip, everytime I leave the brib my bitch worry, uh
Look, I tell hеr I'm straight, 6:30
Niggas Oscar the Grouch, I was movin' 'em big birdies
That papеr I make it rain, I promise you'll get, flurries like
"Damn, where the fuck did you park? Bitch, hurry"
My chips sturdy and they all down
I came from the block like Karl Towns
This Nas but the law's foul's
This pot and this fork wild
I beat it like Ron Browz
Good stamps, had 'em on the lines like the call dial