Sweet Chin Music
Yeah
Yeah (Did that)
Yeah
Yeah, uh
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvins
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
He a dumbass like Patrick
He think he gone make it when he ain't got no passion
Niggas ain't got no fashion
They just copy the next nigga
Riding they sack
He the type to sneak a little photo when he shopping in Saks Fifth
I'm the type tell Pedro from Balenciaga ship the fit out from Cali
I'm the type take my lil bitch from the hood out to Bali
In my eyes I think that I'm humble, but my one bitch be thinking I'm arrogant
In his world he think he a star in the real one we think it's hilarious
Fasure I might diamond and pearl ya but baby don't think of a marriage
When we talk bout the money
We ain't countin' the money we burying
Got a milli on the hard drive right now I'm just plotting out how Ima share it
Perigon on my V-day
But for now on just strictly Bumbu, Belaire me
I'm rolling up a wood her size, but nah my lil boo ain't scary
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvins
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvins
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
Mas Dibiasie, the million man
He showin' out we see his hand
Sneak up on a nigga like Randy Orton
The nose on the stick like Peter Pan
Yeah, you tuned into the sweet chin music
Mas HBK had her heart misused it
I'm always the bad guy I'm used to it
Good head on her shoulders make use of it
Back fresh in the land
I'm fresh out the sky
In the booth where I landed
On the Side hang my banner
Put it right on the wire with whoever was against us
Called some niggas family
Use my name for some panties
But in private can't stand me
Masi in high demand
Good, I hope you can't stand it
Fuck big, enormous the status
Look at your dreams and look how you acting
Chains with no contracts here
Organized it's deeper than rap here
Ain't nobody pushing my back here
Get a cosign, and fall off the map yeah
She with me riding presidential class yeah
We turnt off some shit I dropped last year
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvinsfour
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvins
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
Yeah (Did that)
Yeah
Yeah, uh
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvins
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
He a dumbass like Patrick
He think he gone make it when he ain't got no passion
Niggas ain't got no fashion
They just copy the next nigga
Riding they sack
He the type to sneak a little photo when he shopping in Saks Fifth
I'm the type tell Pedro from Balenciaga ship the fit out from Cali
I'm the type take my lil bitch from the hood out to Bali
In my eyes I think that I'm humble, but my one bitch be thinking I'm arrogant
In his world he think he a star in the real one we think it's hilarious
Fasure I might diamond and pearl ya but baby don't think of a marriage
When we talk bout the money
We ain't countin' the money we burying
Got a milli on the hard drive right now I'm just plotting out how Ima share it
Perigon on my V-day
But for now on just strictly Bumbu, Belaire me
I'm rolling up a wood her size, but nah my lil boo ain't scary
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvins
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvins
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
Mas Dibiasie, the million man
He showin' out we see his hand
Sneak up on a nigga like Randy Orton
The nose on the stick like Peter Pan
Yeah, you tuned into the sweet chin music
Mas HBK had her heart misused it
I'm always the bad guy I'm used to it
Good head on her shoulders make use of it
Back fresh in the land
I'm fresh out the sky
In the booth where I landed
On the Side hang my banner
Put it right on the wire with whoever was against us
Called some niggas family
Use my name for some panties
But in private can't stand me
Masi in high demand
Good, I hope you can't stand it
Fuck big, enormous the status
Look at your dreams and look how you acting
Chains with no contracts here
Organized it's deeper than rap here
Ain't nobody pushing my back here
Get a cosign, and fall off the map yeah
She with me riding presidential class yeah
We turnt off some shit I dropped last year
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvinsfour
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
Back fresh in the Land
I'm fresh out the sky
Still counting up bands
Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping
High Rollers not Lanvins
I really do shit day to day that's outlandish
Lil bitch from Atlanta
I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics
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Writer(s): Christian Lindyn
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