CHANEL
That bitch will not
Get Chanel if she fake
Netflix and chill
Let's call it a date
Dirty money
Bitch it's worth every stake
Speed in traffic
Got no need for the brakes
Drippin so much
I could refill a lake
Spray the block
Make that boy Harlem shake
Grew up thuggin
Since I came out the gate
Pull in the money like I'm Wielding a rake
Whenever we argue
I buy her Chanel
Does she love me?
I really can't tell
She fucks with my feelings
Then she says oh well
She had me thinking
That she was for real
She caused all my pain
And it hasn't healed
But imma get through it
I'll just have to deal
I'll just have to deal
Went to Vegas and Cali
And got me some neck
Just keep yo distance
When I get upset
You run up on me
And I bet you'll regret it
You will need someone
To get you a medic
I'm really a beast
Crash a opp like a yeti
Hundred round gun
Pop a opp like confetti
I smoke on yo bro
Like his name really Reggie
Hotter than lava
This verse hot and ready
Ima take off like
Buzz light year
Niggas be flopping
Like dog ears
I'm ahead of you niggas
In dog years
Nigga fuck twelve
I'm the law Here
Tear the the beat up three ways Like the migo's
I shuffle through money
Like Deelo
I took Ls gave em back
Like I'm Deebo
Made sure Niggas aint fuckin With me tho,
Gun exploding
We wet em torpedo
I'm ahead of you niggas
Like nine years
These rapping ass niggas
Bring beef home
He thinking about shit
That was last year
He having thoughts
About when he got beat on
You a deer in the headlights
Free throw
When I'm blessing yo ears
Thank my skills
I cook up my verse like a meat Loaf
Tell me how
Is you a big bird
Nigga you ain't
Even left the nest
You pillow talking
To these bitches
When I'm tryna ball
Nigga that's a Tech
Location cannot
Make me stall
We can shoot it out
Like we at the rec
Please don't open
Yo mouth and be running it
Cause I might end up
Sticking my gun in it
You don't want beef nigga
I see the fun in it
Like a nerf gun
I hit you with hunned clips
These bitches be goofy
I just want the skrill
I don't got no feelings
My heart is on chill
I run a drill
Like the buffalo bills
I wipe his nose he get slimed like A eel
Two pistols on me
Chop em down Raphael
That niggas a bitch
He should come out his shell
They up in my business
They don't know what's up
I'm in Milwaukee
Tryna get these bucks
I'm Smoking this green
And this shit got me stuck
Hit from the back
And then she fall in love
I don't gotta wife
Cause these hoes is dubs
Fuck being patient
Cause I'm running up
Trust me I've waited
Enough is enough
Enough is enough
Designer all up
On the trench coat
Givenchy for all
Of my French hoes
Since a youngin
I've been standing ten toes
In my position yo ass
Would of been fold
I don't know why
I be feelin this way
Maybe it's cause
I don't say what I think
Lately I been tryna
Numb all the pain
Feeling this ain't
Ever going away
In love with the mud
Im stuck in the drank
I'm tryna pour up
Till I can't feel my face
Yeah the codeine good
Gotta hell of a taste
Green light on go
I just sip with no chase
Swervin them lanes
Like a nascar race
40 On me
Pull it out like a ace
If it blast
Better cover yo face
Better watch out it might just Come yo way
Karma coming
That's a bitch that don't play
Did them dirty now yo ass is Gone pay
We was bummin I remember Them days
Had to hustle for a lil bit of Change
Mom was broke rent due and it's Late
Picked up a package
Sent that to bay
Went to see shawty
She want me to stay
She order Chanel
I slipped back in my ways
Get Chanel if she fake
Netflix and chill
Let's call it a date
Dirty money
Bitch it's worth every stake
Speed in traffic
Got no need for the brakes
Drippin so much
I could refill a lake
Spray the block
Make that boy Harlem shake
Grew up thuggin
Since I came out the gate
Pull in the money like I'm Wielding a rake
Whenever we argue
I buy her Chanel
Does she love me?
I really can't tell
She fucks with my feelings
Then she says oh well
She had me thinking
That she was for real
She caused all my pain
And it hasn't healed
But imma get through it
I'll just have to deal
I'll just have to deal
Went to Vegas and Cali
And got me some neck
Just keep yo distance
When I get upset
You run up on me
And I bet you'll regret it
You will need someone
To get you a medic
I'm really a beast
Crash a opp like a yeti
Hundred round gun
Pop a opp like confetti
I smoke on yo bro
Like his name really Reggie
Hotter than lava
This verse hot and ready
Ima take off like
Buzz light year
Niggas be flopping
Like dog ears
I'm ahead of you niggas
In dog years
Nigga fuck twelve
I'm the law Here
Tear the the beat up three ways Like the migo's
I shuffle through money
Like Deelo
I took Ls gave em back
Like I'm Deebo
Made sure Niggas aint fuckin With me tho,
Gun exploding
We wet em torpedo
I'm ahead of you niggas
Like nine years
These rapping ass niggas
Bring beef home
He thinking about shit
That was last year
He having thoughts
About when he got beat on
You a deer in the headlights
Free throw
When I'm blessing yo ears
Thank my skills
I cook up my verse like a meat Loaf
Tell me how
Is you a big bird
Nigga you ain't
Even left the nest
You pillow talking
To these bitches
When I'm tryna ball
Nigga that's a Tech
Location cannot
Make me stall
We can shoot it out
Like we at the rec
Please don't open
Yo mouth and be running it
Cause I might end up
Sticking my gun in it
You don't want beef nigga
I see the fun in it
Like a nerf gun
I hit you with hunned clips
These bitches be goofy
I just want the skrill
I don't got no feelings
My heart is on chill
I run a drill
Like the buffalo bills
I wipe his nose he get slimed like A eel
Two pistols on me
Chop em down Raphael
That niggas a bitch
He should come out his shell
They up in my business
They don't know what's up
I'm in Milwaukee
Tryna get these bucks
I'm Smoking this green
And this shit got me stuck
Hit from the back
And then she fall in love
I don't gotta wife
Cause these hoes is dubs
Fuck being patient
Cause I'm running up
Trust me I've waited
Enough is enough
Enough is enough
Designer all up
On the trench coat
Givenchy for all
Of my French hoes
Since a youngin
I've been standing ten toes
In my position yo ass
Would of been fold
I don't know why
I be feelin this way
Maybe it's cause
I don't say what I think
Lately I been tryna
Numb all the pain
Feeling this ain't
Ever going away
In love with the mud
Im stuck in the drank
I'm tryna pour up
Till I can't feel my face
Yeah the codeine good
Gotta hell of a taste
Green light on go
I just sip with no chase
Swervin them lanes
Like a nascar race
40 On me
Pull it out like a ace
If it blast
Better cover yo face
Better watch out it might just Come yo way
Karma coming
That's a bitch that don't play
Did them dirty now yo ass is Gone pay
We was bummin I remember Them days
Had to hustle for a lil bit of Change
Mom was broke rent due and it's Late
Picked up a package
Sent that to bay
Went to see shawty
She want me to stay
She order Chanel
I slipped back in my ways
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Writer(s): Mikel Sosa
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