Sky-Dweller Chetta

[Intro]
Damn, that's Surreal in there?
Ay, ay, ay, ay

[Chorus]
Shoot at your block with the click-clock (clock)
Big Glock, cook it up, rerock (rock)
Need the big guap, cook it in a big Wok (Wok)
Bitch stop, bitch stop, bitch stop (woah)
Pull up on your shit, make a pit stop (woah)
Pull up on your bitch, now you big hot (woah)
Rollie on my wrist, that's a big clock (woah)
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock (woah)
Don't want your shit, but I will take
Don't want a bit, need a whole thing
Don't do no talking, you don't say
I'm finna blow it like Cobain
I'm finna go up like AK's
All in your shit, better make way
All in the trap with the big weight
Aye, I make the big plays

[Verse]
Bitch if I said it, I meant it, I'm rolling, I'm tripping
I've done popped a few tabs, I'm itching
My aim go get it, my bankroll flipping
I've done mixed a few percs with the lean, can't sip it
Got two pills in me, too bent, no feelings
Two Xans, give two fucks, can't go give it, I'm me
Dying in peace, smoking this Earth and pouring the seas
Take it from me, this not what you want, I'm not who to be
All in they bag, I'm all in the trap with work to my knees
Ya run that shit back, I run with a strap back in the streets