Chuuch

When I jumped in the game bitch you know I ain't play
Yeah I'm ten toes all on the ground with it
I stay up in the kitchen been whipping all day
I can tell that you ain't been around chicken
We been running up digits been counting all day
You can tell that we standing on all business
Got the work out make it stretch out
We be running it up like its physical fitness
Better hop in your bag bitch get out of yo feelings
Competition we killing we wheeling and dealing
Quarter mill for the whip it didn't come with no ceiling
Just drop me an addy ill pack it and seal it
She gave me her pussy I beat it and killed it
I'm too deep in her stomach she said she can feel it
A lot of overtime the way I'm putting in work
Preaching game like a reverend ill take them to church

Fighting demons nobody could
Sorry lil baby but you can't
You know everything gotta end time to
Lil bitch yea you know a player gotta

Fighting demons nobody could
Sorry lil baby but you can't
You know everything gotta end time to
Lil bitch yea you know a player gotta

Even though I got rich yea it's still fuck the opps
We put em all in the cemetery
Try to come for my paper we'll see your ass later
We'll put your dumb ass in obituaries
Why you mad at me i don't even want that lil hoe
You should go and check the bitch you married
I ain't going down but I'm one of the greats
This Izm I'm spitting is legendary
I don't leave the house if I don't got my chop
We sliding in foreigns all up down yo block
Told that lil bitch hurry up you on the clock
This AP this Rollie no tick and no tock
I told that bitch
Hold up
Wait
Let me go count up my cake
Big ol' bag of chips but no its not lays
They even hated Jesus what can I say

Fighting demons nobody could
Sorry lil baby but you can't
You know everything gotta end time to
Lil bitch yea you know a player gotta



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Writer(s): Michael De Herrera
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