HOLY:FUCK Chetta

(Good luck wasting your life)

[Intro]
I'm sick and tired of there motherfuckers you know what I'm sayin'?
Always talking 'bout how they this and they that
You know what I'm sayin'?
But ain't this shit- ain't me though (Woah, woah, woah! )
Let's go! (We're sorry)

[Verse 1]
Bad lil bitch from the tropics
She wanna fuck
What the topic?
Just take it right off me
Im in off-white with narcotics
All in my pack with the robins
Be stepping so softly
Ima do me
Thats regardless
Dont give a fuck how you rock
Bitch you know how im coming
Im in the vip and still got it
Pound in the whip
Smell exotic
We smoking yall homies
Run up be catching that body
Pull up
The Glock like a rarri
Im skrting ‘em off me
Trapping my phone never silent
That hoe keep ringing and ringing
Ya bitch keep on calling
Just told lil p that im balling
He said you know that I got you
Ill kill if they talking
Just got some bricks
Ima wash it
Breaking it down like mufasa
I lie ‘em in coffins
Just copped me a pint
Of some wock
Im sleep walking
Lil woadie gone hop out
Police gotta chalk it
Keep popping these 30’s
And walking on water
Im off in new orleans
With killers and homies
Be thinking its sweet
And they biting the hardest
We folding ‘em up like a mac
Hit the target
Im rolling off molly
My jaw keep on locking
I know that you see me
But bitch keep it walking
We spinning ya block
Leave a opp
Stephen hawking
They lying
They talking
I hear it too often
I move how I want
But proceed me with caution
Go drag ‘em in creeks
Now we call that boy dawson
New feet on the whip
Yeah you know that im flossing
I just flew a bitch to get fucked
Down from austin
I need some more zaza
Dont care what it costing
It's grey to the grave
So you know im exhausted