Lil Munchkins

(Yeah what) Chasemoney in this bitch (Yeah what yeah)
Hopstar in this bitch nigga

Mess around lose it all, I can get it right back
Match the fit with the Gucci Socks and the Gucci hat
Tryna fuck with us, turn you to a pita it's a wrap
Chasemoney and yo baby Hop, you know we finna snap

Yeah nigga I be stepping
Mr get high stay fly ima Jetson
Feel asleep off the yerc with the 30 in my dresser
My main bitch can't even talk, only if I let her
I just wanna whip my head like I got dreads
They like Hopstar flow got em bopping they whole head
My nigga eating too good like he eating with the feds
No you can't fuck me for the free, you need a wristband

Aye fuck all that talking, let's get active Tom and Jerry
We define rich, open up the dictionary
Future bright I can see it vivid, I'm a visionary
Chase and Hop on the scene then you know it's getting scary
Dressed in all black and I ain't talking bout a berry
If the feds get his ass he gone tell, he a fairy
Think I'm Jagged Edge, she said Chase let's get married
Can't have me to yourself, sorry ma gotta share me

Real champ get award like a Butkus
12 in the can, keep it down with the ruckus
Blowing on the weed out this cream yeah it's Russian
Straight drop when I sip my lean, it get a lil muddy
I be feeling like LUCKI, do you love me?
When I put my finger up, bitch you know I'm finna hush you
Man I hate when a motherfucking bitch try to rush me
Fuck the lil rascals nigga we the lil munchkins

Yeah feeling on her body, had to give her ass a pat down
Take her underneath in the room, had to smackdown
With the R&B music playing in the background
Time to take a risk, I stood tall niggas sat down
Sneak dissing, seen me out pulled his hat down
You a hoe on my mama lil nigga
This ain't math, I'll come and solve the problem lil nigga
Pop you in the leg, leave you hopping lil nigga

You can call me Caesar nigga, ima ape nigga
Nigga my A C C it need 8 figures
Got em, pulled a prank like Welven Da Great nigga
Spot em, hit the beatbox like that J nigga

How you supposed to grow if you stay comfortable my nigga?
Ima snack, she ate me like a lunchable my nigga
Oh you stacking up yo paper then I fuck with you my nigga
Aye Hop what you on, what's been up with you my nigga?

Shit, I been balling like I'm Luka on the Mavericks
Young nigga, flyer than a rug with Aladdin
Ask the lil bitch if she wanna see a lil magic
My dick disappear when she did the trick with her ass cheeks

Gave her dope dick, shawty taking her perscription
She a fein for it, I done got her ass addicted
Everyday the goal is to run up a ticket
Young boss niggas, yeah we fitting the description



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Writer(s): Jordan Hoskins
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