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Yea
Yea
Makeway studio
Cold cash, Lvg, let's get it
Uh
Uh

The block's hot in the middle of the winter time
I'm sipping Remy, I ain't into sipping wine
These hatters envy but by any means, I'm getting mine
Smart with my money, I ain't even into spending time
Wit lame ass niggas and lame ass hoes
When I chase that doe, i'm like Hussein Bolt
Spend the 10's and stack the 100's and the 50's
Fuck these fake friends, I'm tryna see myself a milli
But these drugs fuck up my lungs and liquor fuckin' up my kidneys
Got that sticky icky piffy
You know that I grind the hardest
And since Blicky left the city, been the hottest in the Province
I swear
Kinda kocky but i'm just tryna be honest
My watch is on January and my flow is hot as August
High... school drop out, don't have too much thoughts on Kollege
I still pull up and hop out and trap outside the blocks apartments
My niggas keep 40's wit em, think that they alcoholics
And if we run outta henny, we sip 40's till we nauseous

All I know is chronic and cognac
I swear to god a young nigga think he all that
Kus all I know is chronic and cognac
I swear to god a young nigga think he all that
I ball, I ball, no contacts, swear to god that these niggas better fall back
Got your bitch on my dick like a jog strap
Imma hit it, quit it and won't kall back
All I know is chronic and coganc
I swear to god a young nigga think he all that

I'm super straight, pockets super fat and I ain't loosing weight
I'm doing great ever since I dropped this new mixtape
All this henny and remy help me to just recuperate
Buy a half and I kould buy it back once I move a eighth
Everybody listening is thinking that the dude is great
And these hatters love me, they just acting like it's kool to hate
Don't kome around kus I be looking for a tooth to break
I'm from a town where niggas grind until it's stupid late
Spend the profit, wake up in the morning and I get it back
Tryna sell these singles but my niggas tryna sell a pack
I ain't talking boggies homie, i'm talking about the work
Everybody know me homie, i'm the guy that got the purp
Don't worry bout the rocks and the glocks that my people karrying
We hungry for the beef and these niggas is vegetarian
I see right through these niggas, they body part cellarium
And I ain't even going my hardest, i'm just preparing em

All I know is chronic and cognac
I swear to god a young nigga think he all that
Kus all I know is chronic and cognac
I swear to god a young nigga think he all that
I ball, I ball, no contacts, swear to god that these niggas better fall back
Got your bitch on my dick like a jog strap
Imma hit it, quit it and won't kall back
All I know is chronic and coganc
I swear to god a young nigga think he all that



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Writer(s): Kobie Turner
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