Illinois
I ain't worried bout you i be running chili up
Hop up on a tall bitch tell her giddy up
Niggas wanna hit me up
Bitches wanna flick me up
Lane swerving pulling up
Spilling syrup on tha chucks
Eyes so low I'm kin to Lu kang
Tippin low sippin slow blowin on skang
I'm a different type of titty boy with 2 chainz
Took a chi bitch out to Illinois for two days
I ain't worried bout you i be running chili up
Hop up on a tall bitch tell her giddy up
Niggas wanna hit me up
Bitches wanna flick me up
Lane swerving pulling up
Spilling syrup on tha chucks
Eyes so low I'm kin to Lu kang
Tippin low sippin slow blowin on skang
I'm a different type of titty boy with 2 chainz
Took a chi bitch out to Illinois for two days
I get popeyes chicken
Keep it stitched lip
Never been a eye witness
Been distant
Masked up before tha sickness
Never simpin
I ain't slipping on my pimpin
No kidding
I get money
I do not promote killing
Say she love me
I don't give her no attention
The Johnnys want me
I just want a lower sentence
Really I wanna get ghost
When yo back against tha wall and you don't got nowhere to go
Everybody turning on you they ain't picking up they phone
Hard work long days I just wanna make it home
All work no play I was tired of being broke
Doing donuts getting low
I'm tha one these bitches know
Bringing yeeky on tha road
I got keek up in tha load
Please don't speak to me I'm gone
Im a king without a throne
(She gone let a thug bone)
Hop up on a tall bitch tell her giddy up
Niggas wanna hit me up
Bitches wanna flick me up
Lane swerving pulling up
Spilling syrup on tha chucks
Eyes so low I'm kin to Lu kang
Tippin low sippin slow blowin on skang
I'm a different type of titty boy with 2 chainz
Took a chi bitch out to Illinois for two days
I ain't worried bout you i be running chili up
Hop up on a tall bitch tell her giddy up
Niggas wanna hit me up
Bitches wanna flick me up
Lane swerving pulling up
Spilling syrup on tha chucks
Eyes so low I'm kin to Lu kang
Tippin low sippin slow blowin on skang
I'm a different type of titty boy with 2 chainz
Took a chi bitch out to Illinois for two days
I get popeyes chicken
Keep it stitched lip
Never been a eye witness
Been distant
Masked up before tha sickness
Never simpin
I ain't slipping on my pimpin
No kidding
I get money
I do not promote killing
Say she love me
I don't give her no attention
The Johnnys want me
I just want a lower sentence
Really I wanna get ghost
When yo back against tha wall and you don't got nowhere to go
Everybody turning on you they ain't picking up they phone
Hard work long days I just wanna make it home
All work no play I was tired of being broke
Doing donuts getting low
I'm tha one these bitches know
Bringing yeeky on tha road
I got keek up in tha load
Please don't speak to me I'm gone
Im a king without a throne
(She gone let a thug bone)
Credits
Writer(s): Savion Barnett
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