Chanel International Freestyle (feat. Nate Peso)
We smoking herb
Them bullets hurt
Aye yo Shaio he a gerb
She pop perc like Nerds
Coach on the court Nick Nurse
Gang get it on the first
Fuck nigga you gone get what you deserve
They urging my nerves
I keep slurring my words
I never cap in my verse
She keep the glock in her purse
We gone put him in a hearse
One take we ion even rehearse
Tell shooters stay alert
Tell Scott in the kitchen cook the birds
He in a hearse
He in the dirt
They urging my nerves
Glocky disperse
Don't believe what you heard
I'm whipping the work
Release it then get the paper back in merch
She said that she like my Murakami shirt
I took the bitch out to eat surf & turf
I parallel park the foreign on the curb
I speak & they believe every single word
I kill & dip now she saying I'm a jerk
They say they don't like me
Why these niggas lerk
I see the opps but I don't hear a chirp
Need to stay calm tell them pop a perc
Two liter Sprite bring it to the clerk
My pockets big nigga big bird
OG Kush when I roll the wood
I ain't worried everything good
Giving back yea it feel good
We smoking herb
Them bullets hurt
Aye yo Shaio he a gerb
She pop perc like Nerds
Coach on the court Nick Nurse
Gang get it on the first
Fuck nigga you gone get what you deserve
They urging my nerves
I keep slurring my words
I never cap in my verse
She keep the glock in her purse
We gone put him in a hearse
One take we ion even rehearse
Tell shooters stay alert
Tell Scott in the kitchen cook the birds
Them bullets hurt
Aye yo Shaio he a gerb
She pop perc like Nerds
Coach on the court Nick Nurse
Gang get it on the first
Fuck nigga you gone get what you deserve
They urging my nerves
I keep slurring my words
I never cap in my verse
She keep the glock in her purse
We gone put him in a hearse
One take we ion even rehearse
Tell shooters stay alert
Tell Scott in the kitchen cook the birds
He in a hearse
He in the dirt
They urging my nerves
Glocky disperse
Don't believe what you heard
I'm whipping the work
Release it then get the paper back in merch
She said that she like my Murakami shirt
I took the bitch out to eat surf & turf
I parallel park the foreign on the curb
I speak & they believe every single word
I kill & dip now she saying I'm a jerk
They say they don't like me
Why these niggas lerk
I see the opps but I don't hear a chirp
Need to stay calm tell them pop a perc
Two liter Sprite bring it to the clerk
My pockets big nigga big bird
OG Kush when I roll the wood
I ain't worried everything good
Giving back yea it feel good
We smoking herb
Them bullets hurt
Aye yo Shaio he a gerb
She pop perc like Nerds
Coach on the court Nick Nurse
Gang get it on the first
Fuck nigga you gone get what you deserve
They urging my nerves
I keep slurring my words
I never cap in my verse
She keep the glock in her purse
We gone put him in a hearse
One take we ion even rehearse
Tell shooters stay alert
Tell Scott in the kitchen cook the birds
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Chanel
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