PAROLES
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
I got my chains on fuckin’ yo’ bitch
I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don’t know how to miss
Niggas talk down and I get it, I banged ya bitch
I’m about to blitz, no I’m not sick
I got some codeine all in my piss
She givin’ me head, yeah
And we made a mess, and shawty just kept on spittin’
I told her once, yeah
That I’m ready to go
But she wasn’t even tryna listen
Walk in the spot, I go
Straight through the back door, better watch yo’ bitches
Walk in the spot, yeah
Go straight in the back door, better watch yo’ backs
[Verse]
I can’t forget when I was down bad
Takin’ off from the plug for a bag
I can’t forget when I was down bad
It was so much shit I ain’t have
Now I got all this money
I ain’t even need school
I can count it fast
Talkin’ ’bout a hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit
Bitch do the math
Talkin’ ’bout a hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit, on hunnit
Bitch do the math
Talkin’ ’bout some money, some money, some money, some money, some money
I’m talkin’ ’bout that cash
Talkin’ ’bout some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches
And they all bad
I’m gettin’ richer, and richer, and richer, and richer, and richer
Bitch, oh yeah
They hatin’ on me
‘Cause I’m the young nigga that went and got to the bag
Yeah, they wanna’ be me, huh
They hate that they not, that shit so sad
Yeah, they hatin’ they hoes
Tryna just fuck on me and my gang, oh yeah
Yeah, and they hatin’ they bitches
Tryna come kick it with me and the gang, oh yeah
She spent one day with me
I turn her up and now she famous, yeah
Shawty go put some brand-new ice, my chain is swangin’
Bitch, oh yeah
I’m in a Hellcat whip
I’m huggin’ the curb
And swangin’ this bitch, oh yeah
Out with the gang, yeah
They so insane they spinnin’ like Carousel
Bitch I’m on fire like Kerosene
My boy bang the fire, yeah he bleed
I was real fire, yeah I was really outside for a blue check on IG
I keep some blue strips all on me
I spent 12 hundred dollars on some sneaks
I’m spreadin’ the swag, like a disease
He smokin’ swag, that boy cheap
[Chorus]
Yuh
I got my chains on fuckin’ yo’ bitch
I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don’t know how to miss
Niggas talk down and I get it, I banged ya bitch
I’m about to blitz, no I’m not sick
I got some codeine all in my piss
She givin’ me head, yeah
And we made a mess, and shawty just kept on spittin’
I told her once, yeah
That I’m ready to go
But she wasn’t even tryna listen
Walk in the spot, I go
Straight through the back door, better watch yo’ bitches
Walk in the spot, yeah
Go straight in the back door, better watch yo’ backs
