Think Idk
Chu Chu Chu
She say she love me
She think I don't know
That she tryna fuck me cause I'm bout to blow
Lie to my ears while we pour up and smoke
Converse for a few then I'm right down her yeh
Get so high I can't breath
All these drugs got me geek
She gon choke on this d
While I smoke on this weed
All my swag it ain't cheap
Like my name keep it G
That's on gang that's on me
That's on gang we gon eat
When we fuck we go rounds
Call me up lay it down
I ain't fold I ain't quit
I just stuck to the script
Now my wrist ear, neck, lit
Pick a spot take a trip
Her nails done her hair did
Hit the booth talk my shit
Fly to Atlanta from the 6
Fly out to New York to see my bitch
I just spent a big bag on this fit
So why would I pull up if it ain't lit
So fucked up i cannot feel the ground
Mhm
Tell the waitress bring another round
Mhm
Trust baby I got what you want
Got attitude cause she come from the Bronx
She say she love me
She think I don't know
She tryna fuck me cause I'm bout to blow
Lie to my ears while we pour up and smoke
Converse for a few then I'm right down her yeh
Get so high I can't breath
All these drugs got me geek
She gon choke on this d
While I smoke on this weed
All my swag it ain't cheap
Like my name keep it G
That's on gang that's on me
That's on gang we gon eat
When we fuck we go rounds
Call me up lay it down
I ain't fold I ain't quit
I just stuck to the script
Now my wrist ear, neck, lit
Pick a spot take a trip
Her nails done her hair did
Hit the booth talk my shit
Chu Chu Chu
She say she love me
She think I don't know
That she tryna fuck me cause I'm bout to blow
Lie to my ears while we pour up and smoke
Converse for a few then I'm right down her yeh
Get so high I can't breath
All these drugs got me geek
She gon choke on this d
While I smoke on this weed
All my swag it ain't cheap
Like my name keep it G
That's on gang that's on me
That's on gang we gon eat
When we fuck we go rounds
Call me up lay it down
I ain't fold I ain't quit
I just stuck to the script
Now my wrist ear, neck, lit
Pick a spot take a trip
Her nails done her hair did
Hit the booth talk my shit
Fly to Atlanta from the 6
Fly out to New York to see my bitch
I just spent a big bag on this fit
So why would I pull up if it ain't lit
So fucked up i cannot feel the ground
Mhm
Tell the waitress bring another round
Mhm
Trust baby I got what you want
Got attitude cause she come from the Bronx
She say she love me
She think I don't know
She tryna fuck me cause I'm bout to blow
Lie to my ears while we pour up and smoke
Converse for a few then I'm right down her yeh
Get so high I can't breath
All these drugs got me geek
She gon choke on this d
While I smoke on this weed
All my swag it ain't cheap
Like my name keep it G
That's on gang that's on me
That's on gang we gon eat
When we fuck we go rounds
Call me up lay it down
I ain't fold I ain't quit
I just stuck to the script
Now my wrist ear, neck, lit
Pick a spot take a trip
Her nails done her hair did
Hit the booth talk my shit
Chu Chu Chu
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Writer(s): Gerald Osei Owusu
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