Tropical Depression Chetta

[Intro]
Damn, is that Surreal right there?

[Chorus]
And I'm rolling like a Big Freight
Bitch wait, interstate weight
With the paper plates, I'ma race on a paper chase
How you want it aye?
How you want it aye?
Can't complain, I just wanna live, I don't wanna play
No, I can't
Why you acting fake? Why you acting strange?
What the play? What the fucking bubble?
Get from round my way, I don't play
Why you acting fake? Why you acting lame?
No, you can't get it how you live
So how you want it, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1]
And I'm rolling like a Big Freight
Hol' up bitch, wait
I'ma burn 'em like a mixtape
Pointers in the big face
Woadie peep my wrist game
Cocaine whippa, switch blades
Buck fifty ya whole face
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm just finna fade away
All these drugs my day to day
I don't want no other way
You can come but you can't stay
All that camping, you ain't safe
I'ma drag you thru the rain
Loratabs don't ease my pain
No more, no
Always hide, all my feelings won't show
Suicide lamborghini, close the doors
It's a vibe it's a vibe, I want some more
Feel like Metro, booming on the low, woah woah