Chugga Chugga
ANH, what the fuck?
I don't know
I swear to God, I do not know
I don't fucking know (I don't know)
But fuck it here we go
Ayy, pull up chugga, chugga I be steamin' like a train
Walk around, drip down, everybody know my name
You a lame (you a lame)
Penny for your thot and keep the change
Ayy, get up out my lane, get up, get up out my lane
Ayy, ayy, I only fuck her for her rack
She only fuck me for the racks
And if she wanna be my bitch she's gonna have to throw it back
Like woah, do you know my ho, you say you do but you don't
She talking shit but you won't, got VVS' that I flaunt
And do you got a bag? (Yes sir, yes sir)
And are your bitches bad? (Yes sir, yes sir)
And I'm in that pussycat (like purr, like purr)
And then I pull up in that Jag (like skrr, like skrr)
Ayy, pull up chugga, chugga I be steamin' like a train
Walk around, drip down, everybody know my name
You a lame (you a lame)
Penny for your thot and keep the change
Ayy, get up out my lane, get up, get up out my lane
I'm lookin' bitch ho, why the fuck she smell like cologne?
I'm with a big ho, beat it like Sylvester Stallone
I got a big bag, coming in from Kangaroo Jack
I'm chillin' with the whites, but all my bitches black
So get the fuck out my lane 'cause I be swervin' the whip
I swear to God I was broke but now I'm finna get rich
I'd rather do it alone, you bitches corny as shit
And anybody hating on me getting kissed on the lips (mwah)
I don't know
I swear to God, I do not know
I don't fucking know (I don't know)
But fuck it here we go
Ayy, pull up chugga, chugga I be steamin' like a train
Walk around, drip down, everybody know my name
You a lame (you a lame)
Penny for your thot and keep the change
Ayy, get up out my lane, get up, get up out my lane
Ayy, ayy, I only fuck her for her rack
She only fuck me for the racks
And if she wanna be my bitch she's gonna have to throw it back
Like woah, do you know my ho, you say you do but you don't
She talking shit but you won't, got VVS' that I flaunt
And do you got a bag? (Yes sir, yes sir)
And are your bitches bad? (Yes sir, yes sir)
And I'm in that pussycat (like purr, like purr)
And then I pull up in that Jag (like skrr, like skrr)
Ayy, pull up chugga, chugga I be steamin' like a train
Walk around, drip down, everybody know my name
You a lame (you a lame)
Penny for your thot and keep the change
Ayy, get up out my lane, get up, get up out my lane
I'm lookin' bitch ho, why the fuck she smell like cologne?
I'm with a big ho, beat it like Sylvester Stallone
I got a big bag, coming in from Kangaroo Jack
I'm chillin' with the whites, but all my bitches black
So get the fuck out my lane 'cause I be swervin' the whip
I swear to God I was broke but now I'm finna get rich
I'd rather do it alone, you bitches corny as shit
And anybody hating on me getting kissed on the lips (mwah)
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Writer(s): Joshua Williams
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