Mmm
Mmm-mmm
Yeah, fuck it, let me pop my shit one time
Nobody got hit, spin the block again Yeah, yeah
I done been two-sided cause I dont got to give Yeah, yeah
Rockin real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told em that I got a mil
You can get whatever if you ask me, you aint gotta steal
My lil woadie said he fightin demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky
Ima be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance
Product of the real trenches
Thats why I wear a trench coat
Damn near fucked my life gamblin, bet it all on tenfold
Rap get slow, Im sellin lows
Cant get caught with no skinny hoe
Cant get caught with no hoe at all
Bitch, dont slam my door that hard
I pull up like, Oh my Lawd
She gon shop, she hold my card
Glock four-fifth my bodyguard
I sip syrup, no noddin off
If you know you owe me
Better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
I done took the game, put it in a lock, I aint even try
Lookin like a lick, tryna play slick, nigga, youll die
Comin from the bricks, I aint had shit, now the new Coupe 125
Yeah
Nobody got hit, spin the block again Yeah, yeah
I done been two-sided cause I dont got to give Ha, ha
Rockin real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
Yeah
Do it for my family, my fans, fuck how niggas feel
Told em it was my turn, Im guessing that times here
Skeleton my Cartier, makin sure my time pure
If you were not here when we was thuggin
You cant come round here
Hard work, my grind real, Im dedicated to get this paper
He okay, hes been a hater
I dont know why he mad at me
I wont let the youngins take him off
And now he mad at me
He better be lucky that I aint out here just bad rappin
High speed, gettin in low gear
Streets taught me have no fear
I invested in the West, their niggas know Ive sold my dope there
Pretty pussy, no hair, she dont like when I put it in my song
So I cant go there, but she know I like to go there
Nobody got hit, spin the block again Yeah, yeah
I done been two-sided cause I dont got to give Yeah, yeah
Rockin real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told em that I got a mil
You can get whatever if you ask me, you aint gotta steal
My lil woadie said he fightin demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
Whats happenin, Chi Chi?