Chicago Freestyle

Trio (Trio)
Oh yeah, turn my headphones down, lil' bit
Ridin' through Chicago
Wells Fargo
I just hit the lotto

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah

I say "What's up?" (What's up?)
Trey Kidd on this beat, I'm like "What's up?" (What's up?)
Pass me some of that drink inside that cup (Inside that cup)
You know it's up, yeah
It's like it's stuck like Cardi B, I'ma leave you stuck (Leave you stuck)

Aye, I need some meat, I'ma go to the deli
Leave me alone, don't call on my celly
She givin' me head, she try to impress me
They hate that I'm black, they try to arrest me
She call me daddy but I am not her father
She call me daddy but she is not my daughter

I'm like, okay (Okay)
I get the bands and they right in my pocket
I'm like, okay (Okay)
She wanna fly, I take off like a rocket
Okay (Okay)
You get zapped 'cause I got that socket
Okay, I'm like, okay (Okay)

Call up the gang, take a ride through Chicago
Play with the gang and we pop out your taco
Countin' that guap like I hit the lotto
I live for a purpose, what is your motto?
You playin' with us, leave you dead in the street
Not talkin' Miami, but I got the heat
You talkin' to me, stand up on your feet
He laughin' too much, then he playin' with me

I got to get that guap or else I'ma die (Okay)
If you gang then you tellin' me that you is gonna slide (Yeah)
I got to get that guap or else I'ma die
If you gang then you tellin' me that you is gonna slide

Aye, man shut up bruh
Shit was hard



Credits
Writer(s): Treyvis T'mon Evans
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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