Chelan (feat. TreyMoney)

I'm just chillin' for the week,
A nigga in my bathroom,
man I swear I'm bout to tweak
Someone come, save him, someone get him
Nigga can't walk, man he walkin' out of rhythm
Bitch you too big, in them jeans you can't fit em'

Got a big billy on my wrist, it can't fit
Two o'clock in the Stu, bitch I'm chillin' and I'm lit
Wake and bake, bitch I'm ready
Bitch I got cheese, finna mix it with the fetti'

All you niggas broke, many of you niggas got nada
And I'm also smokin' weed
With my auntie named Betty
Got three bitches in my room, that need Prada
All the money that I got, I can probably be ya' father

Bitch I'm smokin' weed, in the casa
Got a different sauce, finna mix it with the salsa
Got salsa, Mix the Dulce and I mix it with Casa
On the beat Gay Bass, now I'm feelin' like a jerk

Put the pissin' on the floor, yeah I think that nigga murk
Yeah I hate fat niggas, yeah I hate fat Joe's
Why the fuck he in the crib, I don't even really know
That nigga smoked up all the weed,
Now I can't even smoke

That Nigga dirty and he fat, yeah that nigga is a joke
Nigga gotta go, nigga gotta go
Yeah that nigga gotta go, nigga gotta go
Yeah that nigga gotta go, nigga gotta go

Yeah that nigga gotta go, niggas gotta go
Yeah
All y'all weed, probably got your shit off reddit
Bitch I'm skinny and you fat, I don't get it

Bitch you drunk, why the fuck is you tweakin'
Bitch you drunk, why the fuck is you geekin'
I just walked up in this ho, I'm in a different mode
Finna run up through your crib,
I'm in that beast mode
You got put on with that Berry, and that Vlone
Nigga better put some pants on,
This ain't your home



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Writer(s): Jeff Henley
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