Chanel (feat. Tez Chamberlain)
Nigga I been talkin on this shit
For way too mutha fuckin long
Bitch claim she a fan
But hardly listen to my songs
Remix the work
Like I'm workin on a song
Fuck a bag
Only time I'm clutchin Chanel
Is my Cologne
Double hit my work
I take off in the whip
Just like a rocket
I been way too humble
Y'all boys been getting outta pocket
Niggas just need to stop it
Got so many hoes
Look like a mosh pit
We take the beef Shìt serious
Ain't no way I could just squash it
My nigga graduated he went from weed
Now he sellin that dog shit
We get the money legit
Y'all can keep the scammin
And the fraud Shìt
Grab the AR pistol
When I'm feelin frisky
Hit my plug tonight he got the work cheap
I call em Risky
Yea
Buss down cost me 50
I fuck tonight she won't forget me
My shot automatic
Probably why I always keep me a semi
You was pressed about a stimi
Now I got a cocaine coupe
Im callin that bitch Demi
Fuck the Tron
Pass the Remy
We got Glocks, Berettas
This shit can get iffy
If you want some work
Then nigga just hit me
It get cleaned it's spiffy
My issue is nifty
98 I was born as a reaper
I'm smoking roaches
Gotta grab me the tweezers
Repetition know these niggas repeating
Say they competing
Watching and feining
19 grab the bottle was drinking
12:30 I was out for no reason
Haddenfield guess I'm out for the season
They begging and pleading
I finish up eating
Fast forward to the playoffs
I'm cheating
Step on the line but I cornered the three in
Watch how you speaking
My niggas some heathens
They mess up yo weekend
For talking bout weak shit
Dr told me that I'm due for some treatments
Said I'm not human
The way I be feasting
Wtf these niggas mean
Tez you not on the scene
Duh bitch I'm twisting weed
You was buying bitches jeans
How did we get to the back of the line
Told niggas get the back of the door
How do these niggas be sayin they be rapping
They can't even rhyme or switch up the flow
Calm down lil nigga it's a joke
Toting yo poles and making a post
Jeff hardy how I jump off the rope
Wit the same chain got the same name
And everybody want the same name
Got the same bitch got the same lane
And the same wig and the same brain
Niggas they looking for me
Bitches be cooking for for me
Shoutout to me
I do the booking for me
I do the looking for me
From what I can see
Dotting my I's and crossing my t's
Mystery box don't know what it could be
For way too mutha fuckin long
Bitch claim she a fan
But hardly listen to my songs
Remix the work
Like I'm workin on a song
Fuck a bag
Only time I'm clutchin Chanel
Is my Cologne
Double hit my work
I take off in the whip
Just like a rocket
I been way too humble
Y'all boys been getting outta pocket
Niggas just need to stop it
Got so many hoes
Look like a mosh pit
We take the beef Shìt serious
Ain't no way I could just squash it
My nigga graduated he went from weed
Now he sellin that dog shit
We get the money legit
Y'all can keep the scammin
And the fraud Shìt
Grab the AR pistol
When I'm feelin frisky
Hit my plug tonight he got the work cheap
I call em Risky
Yea
Buss down cost me 50
I fuck tonight she won't forget me
My shot automatic
Probably why I always keep me a semi
You was pressed about a stimi
Now I got a cocaine coupe
Im callin that bitch Demi
Fuck the Tron
Pass the Remy
We got Glocks, Berettas
This shit can get iffy
If you want some work
Then nigga just hit me
It get cleaned it's spiffy
My issue is nifty
98 I was born as a reaper
I'm smoking roaches
Gotta grab me the tweezers
Repetition know these niggas repeating
Say they competing
Watching and feining
19 grab the bottle was drinking
12:30 I was out for no reason
Haddenfield guess I'm out for the season
They begging and pleading
I finish up eating
Fast forward to the playoffs
I'm cheating
Step on the line but I cornered the three in
Watch how you speaking
My niggas some heathens
They mess up yo weekend
For talking bout weak shit
Dr told me that I'm due for some treatments
Said I'm not human
The way I be feasting
Wtf these niggas mean
Tez you not on the scene
Duh bitch I'm twisting weed
You was buying bitches jeans
How did we get to the back of the line
Told niggas get the back of the door
How do these niggas be sayin they be rapping
They can't even rhyme or switch up the flow
Calm down lil nigga it's a joke
Toting yo poles and making a post
Jeff hardy how I jump off the rope
Wit the same chain got the same name
And everybody want the same name
Got the same bitch got the same lane
And the same wig and the same brain
Niggas they looking for me
Bitches be cooking for for me
Shoutout to me
I do the booking for me
I do the looking for me
From what I can see
Dotting my I's and crossing my t's
Mystery box don't know what it could be
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Writer(s): Christopher Wood
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