HOT BBQ WINGS
It's more of a style thing, I guess
Workin so hard
I forgot what it's like to be hardly working
Right now, I'm probably flirting, anomolies working
Work twice as hard as Halsey's surgeon
Wait, that's just a little joke, I roll with rich folk
But I been broke, bitch listen that I been spoke, I fiddle and fidget
Money stacking taller than a midget, stacking some digits
Sold my soul to the devil and I been dead for a minute, ayy
Fuck do you want?
Fuck with me or the gang then you gone
I'm fucking faded, can't see straight but I'm still a don
Get your ass faded bitch, I am Chris Brown
I'm the king, sneak in two xans and a gram in my crown
Bitch I been low, and I'm still coming down
Got a blunt and a perc sat straight in my mouth
West side nigga, but I got plugs in the south
This is the drought
Chasing success but I ain't copping clout
Beatdown, right hook, knock your ass out
Rob you, your granny, and your mommy wit no fucking doubts
I was beefing, now it's even stevens
They was sitting down reading, now they feel defeated
Stay hitting snooze, man stay sleeping
When I see your ass just know I'm fucking reaping
I'm quicker than ever
I run in and breach it, my vulture go get em
I run that shit up like I'm climbing a wall up
Ever since "Jump Out The" I been the hardest
I woulda jump the fence, I never caught it
Caught 'tween a rock and a tree in the forest
Can't catch a body I'm way too important
Stick in my lap got you runnin like Forrest
Fuck it, that shrimp and that monkey go get it
I'm out of my mind, I don't know where my head is
Blacked out window like a pedophile van
Ride in a range, I will shoot it at the man
Fuck it, we the- uh, fuck it
Fuck it, we the people like Tribe Called Quest
I will dip on entire conquests
Just to find where you at, where you in
Tripping off xans, you don't wanna fall in this again
Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuck!
I am the greatest
On everyone playlist, I might hit the FADER
I'm fucked in the head, whip foreign like Bader
808 slap like a flock of fuckin birds
Shootin as I'm writin these motherfuckin words
Third Ward lovely, I'm dead and disturbed
Feels crowded in the room when I got here first, ah!
I'm quicker than ever
I run in and breach it, my vulture go get em
I run that shit up like I'm climbing a wall up
(Naturally, you fuck with me?)
Ever since "Jump Out The" I been the hardest
I woulda jump the fence, I never caught it
Caught 'tween a rock and a tree in the forest
Can't catch a body I'm way too important
Stick in my lap got you runnin like Forrest
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Fuck it, rocks on my wrist
Coulda made numbers up, state of mind I was in
Wah, lotta nice things
A thousand degree hot barbeque wings
Imma need a perc, if ya'll acting dirty
Lemme restate, Imma need a perc 30
Bitch try me, you gon need a couple nurses
Young boy flame, I been chillin in the furnace
I'm with my slimes and we drip like a fish
Givenchy blinds, I don't peak at the tip
All of these diamonds are the only time you will ever see cuts on my muhfuckin wrist
Game in my palm and I got it on lock
Got the key to the city and I keep it on the block
Shot in the cock, man fuck Papa Doc
I'm in my zone call Rudy for the chalk
I milly rock
Got a lil bitch and she sat on my glock
My pockets are fatter
Man, fuck all the chatter
My bitches stay badder
My vision is 4k, it don't even matter, huh
Workin so hard
I forgot what it's like to be hardly working
Right now, I'm probably flirting, anomolies working
Work twice as hard as Halsey's surgeon
Wait, that's just a little joke, I roll with rich folk
But I been broke, bitch listen that I been spoke, I fiddle and fidget
Money stacking taller than a midget, stacking some digits
Sold my soul to the devil and I been dead for a minute, ayy
Fuck do you want?
Fuck with me or the gang then you gone
I'm fucking faded, can't see straight but I'm still a don
Get your ass faded bitch, I am Chris Brown
I'm the king, sneak in two xans and a gram in my crown
Bitch I been low, and I'm still coming down
Got a blunt and a perc sat straight in my mouth
West side nigga, but I got plugs in the south
This is the drought
Chasing success but I ain't copping clout
Beatdown, right hook, knock your ass out
Rob you, your granny, and your mommy wit no fucking doubts
I was beefing, now it's even stevens
They was sitting down reading, now they feel defeated
Stay hitting snooze, man stay sleeping
When I see your ass just know I'm fucking reaping
I'm quicker than ever
I run in and breach it, my vulture go get em
I run that shit up like I'm climbing a wall up
Ever since "Jump Out The" I been the hardest
I woulda jump the fence, I never caught it
Caught 'tween a rock and a tree in the forest
Can't catch a body I'm way too important
Stick in my lap got you runnin like Forrest
Fuck it, that shrimp and that monkey go get it
I'm out of my mind, I don't know where my head is
Blacked out window like a pedophile van
Ride in a range, I will shoot it at the man
Fuck it, we the- uh, fuck it
Fuck it, we the people like Tribe Called Quest
I will dip on entire conquests
Just to find where you at, where you in
Tripping off xans, you don't wanna fall in this again
Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuck!
I am the greatest
On everyone playlist, I might hit the FADER
I'm fucked in the head, whip foreign like Bader
808 slap like a flock of fuckin birds
Shootin as I'm writin these motherfuckin words
Third Ward lovely, I'm dead and disturbed
Feels crowded in the room when I got here first, ah!
I'm quicker than ever
I run in and breach it, my vulture go get em
I run that shit up like I'm climbing a wall up
(Naturally, you fuck with me?)
Ever since "Jump Out The" I been the hardest
I woulda jump the fence, I never caught it
Caught 'tween a rock and a tree in the forest
Can't catch a body I'm way too important
Stick in my lap got you runnin like Forrest
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Fuck it, rocks on my wrist
Coulda made numbers up, state of mind I was in
Wah, lotta nice things
A thousand degree hot barbeque wings
Imma need a perc, if ya'll acting dirty
Lemme restate, Imma need a perc 30
Bitch try me, you gon need a couple nurses
Young boy flame, I been chillin in the furnace
I'm with my slimes and we drip like a fish
Givenchy blinds, I don't peak at the tip
All of these diamonds are the only time you will ever see cuts on my muhfuckin wrist
Game in my palm and I got it on lock
Got the key to the city and I keep it on the block
Shot in the cock, man fuck Papa Doc
I'm in my zone call Rudy for the chalk
I milly rock
Got a lil bitch and she sat on my glock
My pockets are fatter
Man, fuck all the chatter
My bitches stay badder
My vision is 4k, it don't even matter, huh
Credits
Writer(s): Alfonso Trash
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