Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Chrxme)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I walk in the club its stuck
No, you can't tell me nothin'
I've been whippin' out these racks 'lil bitch
So why you get to frontin'
Blow the money on designer
'Lil bae it goes for nothin'
I just spent five racks up in the club
So why you get to cryin'
Yeah, yeah
And I just want my brother back
But now he gone
You know how I get
I pour out my pain out in these songs
And if you get to comin' 'round
Tell me you love me long
My thoughts, they get too heavy
Bae, that's why I'm smokin' strong
You wanna keep on talkin
Fye to ya head, send you to hell
Oh, that's your top shotta, damn
Well, you better wish him well
I just say one word, damn
And them crash-outs never tell
Six-one-six Long live Chris
Till death come and ring my bell
Some days I hope the devil
Gon' take me away
And if you pray for me
I hope you wish that I'm okay
Some days I hope the devil
Gon' take me away
And if you pray for me
I hope you wish that I'm okay
I'm tryna be with you
I'm tryna leave, yuh, (Leave, yuh)
I'm like, what you doin'
How your day, yuh
On the road, I'm goin' back
But I won't stay witcha'
Keep that thang on me
No lack, won't see the grave, yuh
Can't be silent
Give her everything she want
Just not my pockets
Remember like back in the days
I was with gang, we was just mobbin'
All she do is talk
I said, shut up, man, just stop it
I ain't tryna hear that talkin'
Feel like the man every time I walk in
F*ck, it's up they always stallin' us
I look in your eyes, I'm always fallin'
(Fallin')
Tryna go up, so I gotta lock in
I been runnin' this shit, I can't stop it, no
You want me, but got my wallet, I-
I ain't trippin' cause I got it, nah
When I walk in the club its stuck
No, you can't tell me nothin'
I've been whippin' out these racks 'lil bitch
So why you get to frontin'
Blow the money on designer
'Lil bae it goes for nothin'
I just spent five racks up in the club
So why you get to cryin'
Yeah, yeah
And I just want my brother back
But now he gone
You know how I get
I pour out my pain out in these songs
And if you get to comin' 'round
Tell me you love me long
My thoughts, they get too heavy
Bae, that's why I'm smokin' strong
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Chrxme)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I walk in the club its stuck
No, you can't tell me nothin'
I've been whippin' out these racks 'lil bitch
So why you get to frontin'
Blow the money on designer
'Lil bae it goes for nothin'
I just spent five racks up in the club
So why you get to cryin'
Yeah, yeah
And I just want my brother back
But now he gone
You know how I get
I pour out my pain out in these songs
And if you get to comin' 'round
Tell me you love me long
My thoughts, they get too heavy
Bae, that's why I'm smokin' strong
You wanna keep on talkin
Fye to ya head, send you to hell
Oh, that's your top shotta, damn
Well, you better wish him well
I just say one word, damn
And them crash-outs never tell
Six-one-six Long live Chris
Till death come and ring my bell
Some days I hope the devil
Gon' take me away
And if you pray for me
I hope you wish that I'm okay
Some days I hope the devil
Gon' take me away
And if you pray for me
I hope you wish that I'm okay
I'm tryna be with you
I'm tryna leave, yuh, (Leave, yuh)
I'm like, what you doin'
How your day, yuh
On the road, I'm goin' back
But I won't stay witcha'
Keep that thang on me
No lack, won't see the grave, yuh
Can't be silent
Give her everything she want
Just not my pockets
Remember like back in the days
I was with gang, we was just mobbin'
All she do is talk
I said, shut up, man, just stop it
I ain't tryna hear that talkin'
Feel like the man every time I walk in
F*ck, it's up they always stallin' us
I look in your eyes, I'm always fallin'
(Fallin')
Tryna go up, so I gotta lock in
I been runnin' this shit, I can't stop it, no
You want me, but got my wallet, I-
I ain't trippin' cause I got it, nah
When I walk in the club its stuck
No, you can't tell me nothin'
I've been whippin' out these racks 'lil bitch
So why you get to frontin'
Blow the money on designer
'Lil bae it goes for nothin'
I just spent five racks up in the club
So why you get to cryin'
Yeah, yeah
And I just want my brother back
But now he gone
You know how I get
I pour out my pain out in these songs
And if you get to comin' 'round
Tell me you love me long
My thoughts, they get too heavy
Bae, that's why I'm smokin' strong
(Chrxme)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I walk in the club its stuck
No, you can't tell me nothin'
I've been whippin' out these racks 'lil bitch
So why you get to frontin'
Blow the money on designer
'Lil bae it goes for nothin'
I just spent five racks up in the club
So why you get to cryin'
Yeah, yeah
And I just want my brother back
But now he gone
You know how I get
I pour out my pain out in these songs
And if you get to comin' 'round
Tell me you love me long
My thoughts, they get too heavy
Bae, that's why I'm smokin' strong
You wanna keep on talkin
Fye to ya head, send you to hell
Oh, that's your top shotta, damn
Well, you better wish him well
I just say one word, damn
And them crash-outs never tell
Six-one-six Long live Chris
Till death come and ring my bell
Some days I hope the devil
Gon' take me away
And if you pray for me
I hope you wish that I'm okay
Some days I hope the devil
Gon' take me away
And if you pray for me
I hope you wish that I'm okay
I'm tryna be with you
I'm tryna leave, yuh, (Leave, yuh)
I'm like, what you doin'
How your day, yuh
On the road, I'm goin' back
But I won't stay witcha'
Keep that thang on me
No lack, won't see the grave, yuh
Can't be silent
Give her everything she want
Just not my pockets
Remember like back in the days
I was with gang, we was just mobbin'
All she do is talk
I said, shut up, man, just stop it
I ain't tryna hear that talkin'
Feel like the man every time I walk in
F*ck, it's up they always stallin' us
I look in your eyes, I'm always fallin'
(Fallin')
Tryna go up, so I gotta lock in
I been runnin' this shit, I can't stop it, no
You want me, but got my wallet, I-
I ain't trippin' cause I got it, nah
When I walk in the club its stuck
No, you can't tell me nothin'
I've been whippin' out these racks 'lil bitch
So why you get to frontin'
Blow the money on designer
'Lil bae it goes for nothin'
I just spent five racks up in the club
So why you get to cryin'
Yeah, yeah
And I just want my brother back
But now he gone
You know how I get
I pour out my pain out in these songs
And if you get to comin' 'round
Tell me you love me long
My thoughts, they get too heavy
Bae, that's why I'm smokin' strong
Writer: Anthony Herlinger
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