Chi-Chi

I was down bad eating chi chi
Bitches couldn't see me
Now I'm rocking vv
I got tired of rocking cz

They say I'm going hard
How I make it look so easy
use to doubt a nigga
Now they see me on they tv

Yea I'm up
Just in case a nigga taking score
Yo bitch saw this drip when I walked in the door
Can't ride my wave just standby the shore
And you Can't be my bay fuck the bitch bonjour

And I'm tryna buy a rafe just do the whole dash
Fly by fast you can barely see the tags
I came up from rags I got tired of the rats
The ones that was snitching and the ones that I had

All this sauce think I need a look book
All this sauce could of wrote a cook book
If the bitch keep staring then you know she took
Metal glued to my hand like I'm Captain Hook

When I walk in the room everybody look shook
And I'm ganging so hard like my name big took
I got the juice like Minute Maid
These lil niggas they been afraid
All this drip might you need you a mop
How I start from the bottom end up at the top

All I ever had was the mud and the rocks
Put rocks in my sock start running from the cops
I made something outta nothing
Posted on the block like cousins
Hot young nigga like the oven
Get shot lil nigga all that mugging

I was down bad eating chi chi
Bitches couldn't see me
Now I'm rocking vv
I got tired of rocking cz

They say I'm going hard
How I make it look so easy
Use to doubt a nigga
Now they see me on they tv

I was down bad eating chi chi
Bitches couldn't see me
Now I'm rocking vv
I got tired of rocking cz

They say I'm going hard
How I make it look so easy
Use to doubt a nigga
Now they see me on they tv



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Braswell
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