Now & Laters R3 Da Chilliman

[Intro]
(Put Boo on it)
(Angel Heaven Sent)

[Chorus]
Never sober, poppin' Percs like Now and Laters
She bendin' it over, I'm tellin' her shake what her mama gave her
I'm big money in Bottega like fuck a price
Heavy bullets, if he catch 'em, he Jerry Rice
Monclers 'cause it's cold and the blower tucked
We whipped out weapon for no reason, he froze it up
Keep rappin' 'bout jewеlry, where the fuck is his chains at?
Said, "On thе set," so where the fuck is his gang at?

[Verse 1]
Designer coats, but this normal, this what I do
Hop in the whip and get to floatin', watch me dog the coupe
It's three thousand on the ground when I wear these sneaks
He's not a trophy, he's not important, who the fuck is he?
If you touchin' real chip, hold your watch in the air
With a thick bitch, she so bad, don't give a fuck what she wear
Moncler real, you can come scan the barcode
I brought the steel, if he trippin', chop unload
Said, "On the set," but I don't know where he from
I'm to the neck and he in public with no gun
He talk rich, but he grown with no motion
I brought stick, niggas play, I'ma blow 'em