Fetty Wap & Chicken Dinnahs
Ha
Aye cmon shut the door
(What you need)
Shit been hot all week Im peeping out the blinds
(Nigga)
Its Chino nigga
We getting paper ha
2,224 grams I had fun with it
Last time around I promise granny I was done with it
But I'm a muthafuckin lie that shit aint last long
56 nights aint talking future getting that bag gone
Everybody eat I told my niggas they can tag along
Boss of all bosses Im a don really
She keep asking questions how I get it told her slide with me
Want to know why I walk around with 3 phones and keep that iron with me
Bitch Im a business man say less is confidential
Me and cuz bumping og out this continental we got glass too
Pull up place your order keep it going just like fast food
My birthday on the way I'm gon show these niggas what this cash do
Tunnel vision super focus
Don't get caught up in my paper chasing
I aint no rapper I'm a big time trapper you already know how lil Chino be coming
I was the nigga turnt nothin and nothing and turn in something
I aint doing no stunting
6 months straight booming fetty wap and chicken dinnahs
Exotic bowls good smoke for my rich niggas
Separate myself from all these bitch niggas snitch niggas
My name aint in no paper work
If anything you hear about me get some paper first
Pull your pants up baby face me first
Bend her over jam it in her stomach she like bae it hurt
I don't do viagra Im gon take this perc
Couple of my niggas dead and gone supposed to ball with em
OTF aint with Lil Durk my brothers risked it all with em
I already beat the streets one time but fuck it I done relapsed
Had to put that brrrr down for a minute shit got deep man
Pick it up where we left aint really miss a beat man
Bro got 30 on his wrist another 20 around the neck
Add cuz kit that's a dollar bill I been grinding so I'm next
They like Chino dropped that gangsta them hustlers listening
I was in the kitchen with my blender somewhere mixing it
I can get you what you need this shit here aint make believe
Yeah
I learned how to count up by the 100s fore my abc's
Shit been hot all week I peeping out the blinds
Aye cmon shut the door
(What you need)
Shit been hot all week Im peeping out the blinds
(Nigga)
Its Chino nigga
We getting paper ha
2,224 grams I had fun with it
Last time around I promise granny I was done with it
But I'm a muthafuckin lie that shit aint last long
56 nights aint talking future getting that bag gone
Everybody eat I told my niggas they can tag along
Boss of all bosses Im a don really
She keep asking questions how I get it told her slide with me
Want to know why I walk around with 3 phones and keep that iron with me
Bitch Im a business man say less is confidential
Me and cuz bumping og out this continental we got glass too
Pull up place your order keep it going just like fast food
My birthday on the way I'm gon show these niggas what this cash do
Tunnel vision super focus
Don't get caught up in my paper chasing
I aint no rapper I'm a big time trapper you already know how lil Chino be coming
I was the nigga turnt nothin and nothing and turn in something
I aint doing no stunting
6 months straight booming fetty wap and chicken dinnahs
Exotic bowls good smoke for my rich niggas
Separate myself from all these bitch niggas snitch niggas
My name aint in no paper work
If anything you hear about me get some paper first
Pull your pants up baby face me first
Bend her over jam it in her stomach she like bae it hurt
I don't do viagra Im gon take this perc
Couple of my niggas dead and gone supposed to ball with em
OTF aint with Lil Durk my brothers risked it all with em
I already beat the streets one time but fuck it I done relapsed
Had to put that brrrr down for a minute shit got deep man
Pick it up where we left aint really miss a beat man
Bro got 30 on his wrist another 20 around the neck
Add cuz kit that's a dollar bill I been grinding so I'm next
They like Chino dropped that gangsta them hustlers listening
I was in the kitchen with my blender somewhere mixing it
I can get you what you need this shit here aint make believe
Yeah
I learned how to count up by the 100s fore my abc's
Shit been hot all week I peeping out the blinds
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