This Chicago nigga
Maybach Music
Huh, walked in feelin' like the man I know I am
Big ol' rubber bands, big ol' rocket launchers, big ol' gens
Racky rackies in my pockets, benji's spilling out my pants
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I do what I want and you do what you can
Uh-huh, uh-huh, she want me to hit, but I do not hit fans
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I ain't stingy, bae, I'll pass it to my mans
Uh-huh, peanut butter glock, that molly sand is tan
Okay, I'm off the dome, lil' nigga, I'm tryna dome a nigga
Got hella options, pull up eenie miney mo a nigga
Catch him, stretch him, hang him, put that tag right by his toe, lil' nigga
I ain't checkin' temps, yo P's & Q's is what you on, lil' nigga
Okay, okay, been that nigga for a minute and they mad
Okay, okay, know my shit is real, I ain't gotta pop my tags
Okay, okay, she was born with face and all that in the back
Okay, okay, get behind her like Mike Jack, she know I'm bad
Hold on, hold on, wait a minute, they thought I was finished
G-Lock when it's outta ammo only thing that's on me tickin'
I rock flawless VVSs cause you bitch like how it glisten
Work yo bitch just like a camera, I find the angle and get to flickin'
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I got what you need
Heard you lookin' for the stuff? I got that shit guaranteed
Think it's sweet to call my bluff? Let a nigga come and see
Tryna spin a nigga, block with some with Testrarossa speeds
Nigga, I don't give no f*ck
I don't try to Benz no more, get blew down from the truck
Knew I put that shit on good, these ain't Ricks, these is Chucks
Comfortable in hoods I never been, they show me love
I'm a renegade, I throw my nine's and four's and drop a dub
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I do what I want and you do what you can
Uh-huh, uh-huh, she want me to hit, but I do not hit fans
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I ain't stingy, bae, I'll pass it to my mans
Uh-huh, peanut butter glock, that molly sand is tan
Okay, okay, been that nigga for a minute and they mad
Okay, okay, know my shit is real, I ain't gotta pop my tags
Okay, okay, she was born with face and all that in the back
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This Chicago nigga
Maybach Music
Huh, walked in feelin' like the man I know I am
Big ol' rubber bands, big ol' rocket launchers, big ol' gens
Racky rackies in my pockets, benji's spilling out my pants
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I do what I want and you do what you can
Uh-huh, uh-huh, she want me to hit, but I do not hit fans
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I ain't stingy, bae, I'll pass it to my mans
Uh-huh, peanut butter glock, that molly sand is tan
Okay, I'm off the dome, lil' nigga, I'm tryna dome a nigga
Got hella options, pull up eenie miney mo a nigga
Catch him, stretch him, hang him, put that tag right by his toe, lil' nigga
I ain't checkin' temps, yo P's & Q's is what you on, lil' nigga
Okay, okay, been that nigga for a minute and they mad
Okay, okay, know my shit is real, I ain't gotta pop my tags
Okay, okay, she was born with face and all that in the back
Okay, okay, get behind her like Mike Jack, she know I'm bad
Hold on, hold on, wait a minute, they thought I was finished
G-Lock when it's outta ammo only thing that's on me tickin'
I rock flawless VVSs cause you bitch like how it glisten
Work yo bitch just like a camera, I find the angle and get to flickin'
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I got what you need
Heard you lookin' for the stuff? I got that shit guaranteed
Think it's sweet to call my bluff? Let a nigga come and see
Tryna spin a nigga, block with some with Testrarossa speeds
Nigga, I don't give no f*ck
I don't try to Benz no more, get blew down from the truck
Knew I put that shit on good, these ain't Ricks, these is Chucks
Comfortable in hoods I never been, they show me love
I'm a renegade, I throw my nine's and four's and drop a dub
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I do what I want and you do what you can
Uh-huh, uh-huh, she want me to hit, but I do not hit fans
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I ain't stingy, bae, I'll pass it to my mans
Uh-huh, peanut butter glock, that molly sand is tan
Okay, okay, been that nigga for a minute and they mad
Okay, okay, know my shit is real, I ain't gotta pop my tags
Okay, okay, she was born with face and all that in the back
Maybach Music
Huh, walked in feelin' like the man I know I am
Big ol' rubber bands, big ol' rocket launchers, big ol' gens
Racky rackies in my pockets, benji's spilling out my pants
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I do what I want and you do what you can
Uh-huh, uh-huh, she want me to hit, but I do not hit fans
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I ain't stingy, bae, I'll pass it to my mans
Uh-huh, peanut butter glock, that molly sand is tan
Okay, I'm off the dome, lil' nigga, I'm tryna dome a nigga
Got hella options, pull up eenie miney mo a nigga
Catch him, stretch him, hang him, put that tag right by his toe, lil' nigga
I ain't checkin' temps, yo P's & Q's is what you on, lil' nigga
Okay, okay, been that nigga for a minute and they mad
Okay, okay, know my shit is real, I ain't gotta pop my tags
Okay, okay, she was born with face and all that in the back
Okay, okay, get behind her like Mike Jack, she know I'm bad
Hold on, hold on, wait a minute, they thought I was finished
G-Lock when it's outta ammo only thing that's on me tickin'
I rock flawless VVSs cause you bitch like how it glisten
Work yo bitch just like a camera, I find the angle and get to flickin'
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I got what you need
Heard you lookin' for the stuff? I got that shit guaranteed
Think it's sweet to call my bluff? Let a nigga come and see
Tryna spin a nigga, block with some with Testrarossa speeds
Nigga, I don't give no f*ck
I don't try to Benz no more, get blew down from the truck
Knew I put that shit on good, these ain't Ricks, these is Chucks
Comfortable in hoods I never been, they show me love
I'm a renegade, I throw my nine's and four's and drop a dub
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I do what I want and you do what you can
Uh-huh, uh-huh, she want me to hit, but I do not hit fans
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I ain't stingy, bae, I'll pass it to my mans
Uh-huh, peanut butter glock, that molly sand is tan
Okay, okay, been that nigga for a minute and they mad
Okay, okay, know my shit is real, I ain't gotta pop my tags
Okay, okay, she was born with face and all that in the back
Writer: Buddha 2x
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