Chiron Bugatti / Whopper
I'm in a Chiron Bugatti
Tell ya bitch to get the fuck off the molly
She was down bad tryna get a call back
I see your boys in the street get 'em all whacked
Bitch that's all facts
Check your Snapchat
You know I did that (Topher)
I'm in a Chiron Bugatti
Tell ya bitch to get the fuck off the molly
We murked all your boys put 'em six feet under
My Uzi went out loud, shit sound like some thunder
Bitch I pop shit on the daily
Say gang gang but don't pay me
I got twenty racks actin' lazy
So no taxes gon' faze me
Bitch I'm riding on the regular
Bitch I'm sliding with the cellular
Say you staying swell and regular
Well none of your words are compelling her
Now I'm expellin' hurt, propellin' dirt
I got twenty shots, who's tellin' first
They heard I'm chasing a Chiron Bugatti, say it's too fast
Not when I'm aimin' red dotty
Fuck it, I'm breaking his pocket
Fuck it, I'll smoke everybody
I go on the road
While your bars slow to a halt
I'll smoke you and walk
While I skirt off in my Chiron Bugatti
I'm in a Chiron Bugatti
Tell ya bitch to get the fuck off the molly
We murked all your boys put 'em six feet under
My Uzi went out loud, shit sound like some thunder
I pull up on your boys with the mopstick
They screamin' Baba Yaga like I'm John Wick
Ain't no talk, make 'em all tick (Topher, Topher)
Buried 'em real quick
Made that Uzi hit
Damn your girl thick
Taught her new tricks (Topher)
This beat hella sick
I'm in a Chiron Bugatti
Tell ya bitch to get the fuck off the molly
Yo she was really off that molly though
Yeah but you got her on the molly though
But I got her off the molly
Yeah but you got her on and off the molly
You better watch your mouth dawg
Buddy says he's in a Chiron Bugatti, he's in a Kia Soul
My yard is big but it ain't big enough for you and your boys
Let's see it then
Ow, yo, yo, yo
Ya boy Jack yeah I hit him with the chopper
Ain't no valley meal bitch I want the Whopper
Don't need no Happy Meal
Don't need no hoes I just steal
Bitch hold the lettuce
I need a Whopper not a fetish
I need a chopper not a dead bitch
I need a Whopper like yum
Four thousand Whoppers in my tum
Four thousand bitches, I'm in they bum
I'm getting this bucket ain't no chum
I had that milkshake with the rum (Drumstick)
Had the opps on the run
They ran when they heard that drum
Ain't no police
I got yo bitch on her knees
Ain't no Skepta but I got that mothafuckin' greaze (Greaze, Greaze)
Got the bitch with ease
Took her overseas (Topher)
Don't need no Happy Meal
Don't need no hoes I just steal
Bitch hold the lettuce
I need a Whopper not a fetish
I need a chopper not a dead bitch
I need a Whopper like yum
Four thousand Whoppers in my tum
Four thousand bitches, I'm in they bum
I'm in line for a burger and I got a pump
In a ski mask, I make your boy slump
Knock your family tree to a stump
You said stop it, bitch just drop it
Posted on the block like I got no option
Really, I don't spit bars, I make a concoction
So you have to decipher exactly why I decided to fuckin' drop him
Don't need no Happy Meal
Don't need no hoes I just steal
Bitch hold the lettuce
I need a Whopper not a fetish
I need a chopper not a dead bitch
I need a Whopper like yum
Four thousand Whoppers in my tum
Four thousand bitches, I'm in they (You get it)
What would you want on your order sir
I want it with no onion
Bitch that shit come with onion
I don't give a fuck whether it does
What the fuck boy, that shit come with onion
Ow, yo
Tell ya bitch to get the fuck off the molly
She was down bad tryna get a call back
I see your boys in the street get 'em all whacked
Bitch that's all facts
Check your Snapchat
You know I did that (Topher)
I'm in a Chiron Bugatti
Tell ya bitch to get the fuck off the molly
We murked all your boys put 'em six feet under
My Uzi went out loud, shit sound like some thunder
Bitch I pop shit on the daily
Say gang gang but don't pay me
I got twenty racks actin' lazy
So no taxes gon' faze me
Bitch I'm riding on the regular
Bitch I'm sliding with the cellular
Say you staying swell and regular
Well none of your words are compelling her
Now I'm expellin' hurt, propellin' dirt
I got twenty shots, who's tellin' first
They heard I'm chasing a Chiron Bugatti, say it's too fast
Not when I'm aimin' red dotty
Fuck it, I'm breaking his pocket
Fuck it, I'll smoke everybody
I go on the road
While your bars slow to a halt
I'll smoke you and walk
While I skirt off in my Chiron Bugatti
I'm in a Chiron Bugatti
Tell ya bitch to get the fuck off the molly
We murked all your boys put 'em six feet under
My Uzi went out loud, shit sound like some thunder
I pull up on your boys with the mopstick
They screamin' Baba Yaga like I'm John Wick
Ain't no talk, make 'em all tick (Topher, Topher)
Buried 'em real quick
Made that Uzi hit
Damn your girl thick
Taught her new tricks (Topher)
This beat hella sick
I'm in a Chiron Bugatti
Tell ya bitch to get the fuck off the molly
Yo she was really off that molly though
Yeah but you got her on the molly though
But I got her off the molly
Yeah but you got her on and off the molly
You better watch your mouth dawg
Buddy says he's in a Chiron Bugatti, he's in a Kia Soul
My yard is big but it ain't big enough for you and your boys
Let's see it then
Ow, yo, yo, yo
Ya boy Jack yeah I hit him with the chopper
Ain't no valley meal bitch I want the Whopper
Don't need no Happy Meal
Don't need no hoes I just steal
Bitch hold the lettuce
I need a Whopper not a fetish
I need a chopper not a dead bitch
I need a Whopper like yum
Four thousand Whoppers in my tum
Four thousand bitches, I'm in they bum
I'm getting this bucket ain't no chum
I had that milkshake with the rum (Drumstick)
Had the opps on the run
They ran when they heard that drum
Ain't no police
I got yo bitch on her knees
Ain't no Skepta but I got that mothafuckin' greaze (Greaze, Greaze)
Got the bitch with ease
Took her overseas (Topher)
Don't need no Happy Meal
Don't need no hoes I just steal
Bitch hold the lettuce
I need a Whopper not a fetish
I need a chopper not a dead bitch
I need a Whopper like yum
Four thousand Whoppers in my tum
Four thousand bitches, I'm in they bum
I'm in line for a burger and I got a pump
In a ski mask, I make your boy slump
Knock your family tree to a stump
You said stop it, bitch just drop it
Posted on the block like I got no option
Really, I don't spit bars, I make a concoction
So you have to decipher exactly why I decided to fuckin' drop him
Don't need no Happy Meal
Don't need no hoes I just steal
Bitch hold the lettuce
I need a Whopper not a fetish
I need a chopper not a dead bitch
I need a Whopper like yum
Four thousand Whoppers in my tum
Four thousand bitches, I'm in they (You get it)
What would you want on your order sir
I want it with no onion
Bitch that shit come with onion
I don't give a fuck whether it does
What the fuck boy, that shit come with onion
Ow, yo
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