Espy Chetta

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[Intro]
Drop that shit-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Space jam my coupe, space jam my coupe, woah

[Chorus]
Space jam my coupe, you can't catch me (skrrt)
Skating on a bitch, feel like I'm Gretzky
Fucking on your thot and on her bestie (why?)
Gripping on the Glock, that there my bestie (yeah, yeah)
I've been dunking on 'em dirty SB’s (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just came from balling, need an espy (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Six speed shooter with a sixteen
Fully loaded, bitch, I'm smoking gasoline (gasoline)
Check for the bricks, check the triple beam (triple beam)
I don't think ya, I don't think ya checking me
Checkmate, big plate, big weight
I feel great, sipping grape
Bitch, you real late, get straight
Can I live? Bitch I been straight
Sup mate? off a perk, she a lil weight
Fucking on a pill aye, aye
She say she want it for the thrill aye, aye
I give no fuck 'bout how you feel aye, aye
I'm outchea tryna put a mill away, way, way
Be afraid, Ben Frank, that's that dead weight
Chop away, off the block with the yappa, aye
Found my way, bitch be cool cause I just may
No games, bitch be cool, I ain't tryna play
Get away, four tabs let my feelings fade
No shame, hundred racks falling out my safe
It's okay, Ima die for mine anyway
It's okay, Ima mob for mine anyway

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