Chair Shots to the Head

Yeah, wonder these niggas like thunder and lightning
I storm at these niggas
My pockets not full 'cause they keep getting bigger
I do in real life what you living on Twitter
My nigga he got him a Tommy no Figer
Bang on a beat like a drum with no filter
Heat 'em, they fall now it's cold like it's winter
Beefing, who beefing? I eat it at dinner
God forgive me, Lord know I'm a sinner
She busting it open, you know I'm up in her
I make the calling, I'm balling, playing center
I like to stay involved with my killers

Smoking out the zip, nigga finna get a forty
I don't got no time, I don't care about your story
Shit don't got no thirty on it, it's a lil shorty
Bitch I got a glockiana, she gon' bust it for me
Big stepper, big cheddar on my bank account
Large peppers, guap getter chasing big amounts
Getting better, handle pressure, make 'em wonder how
Yeah hoe but y'all was never down

Put him down like a dog
Leave the clip in the back of his head like a dart
If I'm catching a charge
Then a young nigga skating that shit, Tony Hawk
Your hoe all on my sack
She ain't want me before now she all on her back
All it takes is a bag
Now I'm moving like Barry Sanders, run it back
Big bag, know the shit is heavy
Tryna hit the hoe and she gon' let me
And I got her busting like a Desi
Niggas mad at me but they won't press me
Swanton bomb on a bitch like Jeff Hardy
Now she wanna fuck the Parti
This a Chrysler bitch it's not a 'Rari
Everything I touch is getting bodied

Smoking out the zip, nigga finna get a forty
I don't got no time, I don't care about your story
Shit don't got no thirty on it, it's a lil shorty
Bitch I got a glockiana, she gon' bust it for me
Big stepper, big cheddar on my bank account
Large peppers, guap getter chasing big amounts
Getting better, handle pressure, make 'em wonder how
Yeah hoe but y'all was never down



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Bailey, Josiah Brown, Leland Calhoun, Tre Smith
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