Uh huh
Uh huh
Right wrist light show, left wrist a light show
Run up in his trap and we gunna let them pistols blow
Pockets fat as fuck, fat as fuck just like Raven Simone
I was in the streets, no I didn't get a student loan
Fat ass blunt on Toucan Sam
Slap the fuck out a nigga, I don't give no damn
Cocaine all white just like Marshall Mathers
Glock black as fuck just like Family Matters
I'm doin' more coke than Bob Sagett
Reach for my chain, I'ma let you have it
All them black superheroes dumb as fuck
Christ Dillinger the first cool black super hero
Right wrist, light show
Left wrist a light show
Ten thousand dollar watch on the right wrist of Wendigo
Kickin' bags of dope hard as fuck like I know Taekwondo
Reachin' for my chain, I'ma hit 'em with thе extendo
I jump in the rap gamе, I ain't have a chain yet
But I had a stick and a bunch of fruity bracelets
I don't wear Marc Jacobs
Glock gave him a face lift
Higher than a martian 'cause I pulled up in a spaceship
Had to cop a chain nigga soon as I got off the jet
Tiny ass Glock flip a nigga's whip like a tech deck (lets go)
BasedWorld flow, niggas know I'm comin' for the check
Yo bitch suckin' my dick, while I pull up in that new Corvette
Twenty-five hundred get a nigga shot
Crack bag big as Beanie Sigel on the block
I got guns longer than Kevin Hart
I got two of everything like Noah's Ark
My money way longer than she expected
When I rob the plug it was unexpected
Took my momma's car to get inspected
Robbed the plug, he had to respect it
I'm in the trap and I rock 'em to sleep
Feel like Muhammad Ali when I'm rockin' the beat
Fans mad at Christ D 'cause he still in the street
Nigga run up on me I put him in the beat
Nigga run off on us we turn him to oregano
I be bangin' bitches overseas like Bruce Bigalow
Big ass Backwood, I filled it with Piccolo
Christ D the one with cocaine from glycerol
BOOM! Shoot that nigga's house up
I need my money I don't give a fuck
I feel like a tranny I keep that thing tucked
We beefin' 'bout money [and something and stuff?]
My bitches ass is just like Sexyy Red
Tell that bitch I need some sexy head
When I was growin' up I was in the classes that was SPED
I'm Christ Dillinger bitch I said what I said
If we fuck keep that classified
I'm in World Peace 2 shout out Sam Hyde
All my opps dead it was a genocide
My opps like Drake Bell when he had to hide
Left wrist that's a light show
Take a look at the right wrist, light show
Ten thousand dollar fuckin' watch on the right wrist of Wendigo
I'm [blackamous Clause?] droppin' off dope
Bags of dope whiter than the Pope
I can't fall off like soap on a rope
Got Balenciaga on both of my toes
Uh huh
Right wrist light show, left wrist a light show
Run up in his trap and we gunna let them pistols blow
Pockets fat as fuck, fat as fuck just like Raven Simone
I was in the streets, no I didn't get a student loan
Fat ass blunt on Toucan Sam
Slap the fuck out a nigga, I don't give no damn
Cocaine all white just like Marshall Mathers
Glock black as fuck just like Family Matters
I'm doin' more coke than Bob Sagett
Reach for my chain, I'ma let you have it
All them black superheroes dumb as fuck
Christ Dillinger the first cool black super hero
Right wrist, light show
Left wrist a light show
Ten thousand dollar watch on the right wrist of Wendigo
Kickin' bags of dope hard as fuck like I know Taekwondo
Reachin' for my chain, I'ma hit 'em with thе extendo
I jump in the rap gamе, I ain't have a chain yet
But I had a stick and a bunch of fruity bracelets
I don't wear Marc Jacobs
Glock gave him a face lift
Higher than a martian 'cause I pulled up in a spaceship
Had to cop a chain nigga soon as I got off the jet
Tiny ass Glock flip a nigga's whip like a tech deck (lets go)
BasedWorld flow, niggas know I'm comin' for the check
Yo bitch suckin' my dick, while I pull up in that new Corvette
Twenty-five hundred get a nigga shot
Crack bag big as Beanie Sigel on the block
I got guns longer than Kevin Hart
I got two of everything like Noah's Ark
My money way longer than she expected
When I rob the plug it was unexpected
Took my momma's car to get inspected
Robbed the plug, he had to respect it
I'm in the trap and I rock 'em to sleep
Feel like Muhammad Ali when I'm rockin' the beat
Fans mad at Christ D 'cause he still in the street
Nigga run up on me I put him in the beat
Nigga run off on us we turn him to oregano
I be bangin' bitches overseas like Bruce Bigalow
Big ass Backwood, I filled it with Piccolo
Christ D the one with cocaine from glycerol
BOOM! Shoot that nigga's house up
I need my money I don't give a fuck
I feel like a tranny I keep that thing tucked
We beefin' 'bout money [and something and stuff?]
My bitches ass is just like Sexyy Red
Tell that bitch I need some sexy head
When I was growin' up I was in the classes that was SPED
I'm Christ Dillinger bitch I said what I said
If we fuck keep that classified
I'm in World Peace 2 shout out Sam Hyde
All my opps dead it was a genocide
My opps like Drake Bell when he had to hide
Left wrist that's a light show
Take a look at the right wrist, light show
Ten thousand dollar fuckin' watch on the right wrist of Wendigo
I'm [blackamous Clause?] droppin' off dope
Bags of dope whiter than the Pope
I can't fall off like soap on a rope
Got Balenciaga on both of my toes
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