more chaos
More chaos for these niggas
More chaos for these hoes
More chaos for my ex bitch, you gotta let me go
More chaos for my next bitch, I gotta let you know, I gotta give you more
Chaos
I'm with it, however it play out
Pack-a-Punch my gun, I pull the Ray out
I ride in the Rolls-Royce truck, got the stars in this bitch, she wanna take a flick
Told lil' shawty she can do whatever, she already suck my—
I'm in the—
In love with drugs in here, designer clothes
Met her at the Balenciaga store, I'm fuckin' designer hoes
I fuck the check up, get it back, that's how it goes
I put the racks up to save it for a rainy day (Rainy day)
All these bitches the same, all these hoes the same way (They the same way)
I just got her number, bet I fucked the same day (Then I fucked the same day)
We not like each other, we not on the same pace (Same pace)
I don't rock with you after, we don't got the same case (We don't got the same case, yeah)
I'm in this bitch with my bro (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch with my ho (Yeah)
Hop out the cut, get low (Yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout to swing my pole (Yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout to catch your ho (Oh yeah)
She wanna fuck on the O (Yeah)
Upside down cross, woah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout to take her soul
Neck and wrist on froze (Yeah), swag unreleased (Yeah, yeah)
She tattoo my name, she got the mark of the beast (Yeah)
I've been goin' brazy, huh, I unleashed (Yeah, yeah)
I don't trust her, she be lyin' through her teeth (Yeah, yeah)
She want VVS diamonds, and Van Cleef
But I gave her more chaos, told you, "I'm with it, however it play out"
Pack-a-Punch my gun, now it's a Ray
I've been savin' my money for a rainy day
All these bitches, all these hoes the same way
You not like us, we not the same
So outta touch, you can't feel my pain, can't even explain how it feel
This high don't come from a blunt, this high don't come from a pill
I been geeked off life all my life, yeah, yeah
I been geeked off life all my life, yeah, yeah
More chaos for these niggas
More chaos for these hoes
More chaos for my ex bitch, you gotta let me go
More chaos for my next bitch, I gotta let you know, I gotta give you more
More chaos for these niggas
More chaos for these hoes
More chaos for my ex bitch, you gotta let me go
More chaos for my next bitch, I gotta let you know, I gotta give you more
Chaos
More chaos for these hoes
More chaos for my ex bitch, you gotta let me go
More chaos for my next bitch, I gotta let you know, I gotta give you more
Chaos
I'm with it, however it play out
Pack-a-Punch my gun, I pull the Ray out
I ride in the Rolls-Royce truck, got the stars in this bitch, she wanna take a flick
Told lil' shawty she can do whatever, she already suck my—
I'm in the—
In love with drugs in here, designer clothes
Met her at the Balenciaga store, I'm fuckin' designer hoes
I fuck the check up, get it back, that's how it goes
I put the racks up to save it for a rainy day (Rainy day)
All these bitches the same, all these hoes the same way (They the same way)
I just got her number, bet I fucked the same day (Then I fucked the same day)
We not like each other, we not on the same pace (Same pace)
I don't rock with you after, we don't got the same case (We don't got the same case, yeah)
I'm in this bitch with my bro (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch with my ho (Yeah)
Hop out the cut, get low (Yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout to swing my pole (Yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout to catch your ho (Oh yeah)
She wanna fuck on the O (Yeah)
Upside down cross, woah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout to take her soul
Neck and wrist on froze (Yeah), swag unreleased (Yeah, yeah)
She tattoo my name, she got the mark of the beast (Yeah)
I've been goin' brazy, huh, I unleashed (Yeah, yeah)
I don't trust her, she be lyin' through her teeth (Yeah, yeah)
She want VVS diamonds, and Van Cleef
But I gave her more chaos, told you, "I'm with it, however it play out"
Pack-a-Punch my gun, now it's a Ray
I've been savin' my money for a rainy day
All these bitches, all these hoes the same way
You not like us, we not the same
So outta touch, you can't feel my pain, can't even explain how it feel
This high don't come from a blunt, this high don't come from a pill
I been geeked off life all my life, yeah, yeah
I been geeked off life all my life, yeah, yeah
More chaos for these niggas
More chaos for these hoes
More chaos for my ex bitch, you gotta let me go
More chaos for my next bitch, I gotta let you know, I gotta give you more
More chaos for these niggas
More chaos for these hoes
More chaos for my ex bitch, you gotta let me go
More chaos for my next bitch, I gotta let you know, I gotta give you more
Chaos
Credits
Writer(s): Kenyatta Lee Frazier, Clif Shayne, Nicholas Spires
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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