Gold Chain Chilly
Pulling up I got eyes on me
Apologies I'm so deaf
Those who die on me
Y'all get buried on spot when I rock
And you should know this
No condolence to the soulless
Forgot what the goal is
Every story it's obvious what your role is
You Fox News
I stop crews with hot tools
Lyrical bullets blow through your top fool
I drop jewels like big man with brick hands
Black hole flow go slow no quicksand
Brain twitch itch bout as soon I hear the kicks man
Turning like a spoke but I'm more like the kickstand
Third eye pop if you think you trying a quick scam
Now scram quick
I'm finna hop in the van lit
Uber XL got enough room so the fam fit
On the damn strip
When the cam flip get a fan pic
No rap she a fan of my steeze tho
I get props in my city
On the block feeling pretty
Gold chain chilly
Net worth bout a milly
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
I get props in my city
On the block feeling pretty
Gold chain chilly
Net worth bout a milly
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
I got 99 problems and yo bitch be one
I'm at the bar with a card that swipe for no bitch
I'm hopeless
No romantic I'm manic
When it comes to the time that I got
Cuz I don't plan it
I look like a damn mechanic
I'm shooting my shot and based on my aim
It's a panoramic but
I don't trip unless I'm flying commercial
I don't got no baggage yo luggage ride in a circle
Avoid drama to ensure commas along with a peace a mind
Beats and rhymes
Only reason I keep a grind
But I been out more
I'm pouring libations for the vibration
You chasing the clout you out for
With no luck hold up
Y'all trying to be so tough
That's a little gassed up like filling your tank wiith four bucks
Where you allocate your time is of the essence
Let me add a lesson cuz we no longer no adolescence
You falling for those impressions
It's time to be your own man
I'm honed in
I'm looking after my own fam
I get props in my city
On the block feeling pretty
Gold chain chilly
Net worth bout a milly
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
I get props in my city
On the block feeling pretty
Gold chain chilly
Net worth bout a milly
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
I got 99 problems and yo bitch be one
Apologies I'm so deaf
Those who die on me
Y'all get buried on spot when I rock
And you should know this
No condolence to the soulless
Forgot what the goal is
Every story it's obvious what your role is
You Fox News
I stop crews with hot tools
Lyrical bullets blow through your top fool
I drop jewels like big man with brick hands
Black hole flow go slow no quicksand
Brain twitch itch bout as soon I hear the kicks man
Turning like a spoke but I'm more like the kickstand
Third eye pop if you think you trying a quick scam
Now scram quick
I'm finna hop in the van lit
Uber XL got enough room so the fam fit
On the damn strip
When the cam flip get a fan pic
No rap she a fan of my steeze tho
I get props in my city
On the block feeling pretty
Gold chain chilly
Net worth bout a milly
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
I get props in my city
On the block feeling pretty
Gold chain chilly
Net worth bout a milly
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
I got 99 problems and yo bitch be one
I'm at the bar with a card that swipe for no bitch
I'm hopeless
No romantic I'm manic
When it comes to the time that I got
Cuz I don't plan it
I look like a damn mechanic
I'm shooting my shot and based on my aim
It's a panoramic but
I don't trip unless I'm flying commercial
I don't got no baggage yo luggage ride in a circle
Avoid drama to ensure commas along with a peace a mind
Beats and rhymes
Only reason I keep a grind
But I been out more
I'm pouring libations for the vibration
You chasing the clout you out for
With no luck hold up
Y'all trying to be so tough
That's a little gassed up like filling your tank wiith four bucks
Where you allocate your time is of the essence
Let me add a lesson cuz we no longer no adolescence
You falling for those impressions
It's time to be your own man
I'm honed in
I'm looking after my own fam
I get props in my city
On the block feeling pretty
Gold chain chilly
Net worth bout a milly
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
I get props in my city
On the block feeling pretty
Gold chain chilly
Net worth bout a milly
Can't touch me but ya hoes gon feel me
I got 99 problems and yo bitch be one
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Writer(s): Mohammad Ward, Michael Ekwuaju
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