Lyrics

Chu Chu Chu Shit I'm finna do never been done nigga wish me luck Constant paranoia thinking niggas tryna set me up I been fighting demons in my head I keep a semi tuck I been on a mission so Atlanta where I ended up I was really praying on my knees thought I was losing it I get in my feelings then the weed I start abusing it Lotta pressure on me now a nigga really use to it Don't know why this happening I swear that I ain't choosing it Serving on the block While I'm ducking from the cops Shawty got a mop Eat me up she got a jaw Woo Woo Hear that and I'm running from the law And my right hand Muslim he be praying to Allah We come from the bottom Word to motha yeah that gutta life When I die put diamonds in my coffin For my other life First time in the kitchen plug was mixing wit a butter knife Make a bigger order Then I'll bless you and I'll cut the price Huh Like what we finna do Asking all them questions babygirl this ain't no interview You can get what ever and when ever if I'm into you Baby I'm the plug let's go get high and bump my interlude Ion need no ice I'm still the flyest in this bitch And my weed is louder I'm highest in this bitch Niggas acting wild Start riot in this bitch What you smoking weak It's hella quiet in this bitch lil nigga I stuck to the grind now a nigga getting bigger Money on my mind now a young nigga Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex She like it when I Step Step Step Step Step Money on mind now a young nigga Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex She like it when I Step Step Step Step Step Money on mind now a young nigga Locked in Clocked in Ain't no time to waste get it poppin Hmm hmm Miami boogie Trap and I'm all in DB in the the club Passing 1s like he Stockton Bitches in the club Turning up pussy poppin Quarter passed 2 in the morning When we walked in Bitches in the club Turning up pussy poppin Quarter passed 2 in the morning When we walked in Smoking on gelato in my whip I'm bumpin Peezy I can't funk wit' niggas for the money they turn greezy Diamonds They VV's Now shordies wanna eat Keep my circle smaller than the middle of a CD Hm Hm Hm Hm Hm Come and fuck me Selective wit my bitches if I hit it then you lucky Catch me out Cali Racks and condoms in my duffy If that nigga slime We wipe his nose It's lookin stuffy Cars Clothes Weed Shows Hands on yo knees You a freak hoe Cars Clothes Weed Shows Hands on yo knees You a freak hoe Chu Chu Chu Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex She like it when I Step Step Step Step Step Money on mind now a young nigga Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex Flex She like it when I Step Step Step Step Step Money on mind now a young nigga What we doing Shordy Chu Chu Chu
Writer(s): Gerald Osei Owusu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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