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big steff & chicken p - hand 2 hand lyrics

[intro: big steff]
(rich)
ayy (get up, rich)

[verse 1: big steff]
jump out trim, yes on like they know i’m dump flingin’ (i got fire, n+gga)
i’lll put ’em on your block, i got four phones ringin’
like if you ever been a cop, i hope he ridin’, they don’t save you
like i’m the type to get a block and bust it all with a razor
these two+thousand+dollar shoes, you know the shirt was seven+fifty
he gon’ bump a round of bobby, speedball and i got whitney
i like my b+tches bad and bougie, you know big steff be picky
i’m doin’ fire bins for forty, i been f+ckin’ up the city

[verse 2: chicken p]
mm, i got a flow like milly
f+ck around and made a million off this game like gillie, hmm
wide+body track’, stay in your lane or i’ma hit you (skrrt)
they say get rich or die tryin’, boy, this chain cost fifty
hmm, they ask how i come up with this sh+t, because i did it
i’m percy miller with this black card, this b+tch ain’t got no limit
hmm, they told me stop postin’ pints, it’s f+ckin’ up my image
just put a dent in the ceiling, i been standin’ on the business

[verse 3: big steff]
ayy, i might just put ’em on your block, you see me bendin’ through the trenches
like i can show you how i do this sh+t, just point me to the kitchen
like let me left pocket check and show these n+ggas i’m the richest
and you can’t get it how i got it, boy, you know i gotta hit it
i got headtappers ’round me
swimmin’ with them sharks, deep end, that’s where they found me
i done swapped out the vin, this b+tch a striker, this the live jeep
i pull up beatin’ n+ggas’ numbers, i make the fiends have a town meeting
[verse 4: chicken p]
okay, now i see
how the f+ck you n+ggas ain’t got no paper? it’s beyond me, huh
i just sold a nine+piece in my godspeed, huh
i just sold a nine+piece for like four g’s (four thousand)
i pour one more in this soda, i might od (hmm, ayy)
fourth down, hail mary, steff, go deep (huh)
hit designer district with a dollar in this go yeezy (fft, beep)
i only get on deck when i’m in cali ’cause the ‘bows cheaper (the ‘bows cheaper)
i only hit the hoes who sell p+ssy ’cause them hoes pressure

[verse 5: big steff]
it’s on the floor, you wanna book me for an eight, i need a whole g (i need a whole thang)
you ain’t gon’ never have no money, you the type be havin’ cold feet (with your broke ass)
i tried to give the jacks a break, but i be up, i’m gettin’ no sleep
you want me and chick for promo, f+ck around and get the ‘bows free
i’ma put my members on you, you ain’t f+ckin’ with no middleman
like if a n+gga say it’s smoke, we get to spinnin’ like a ceiling fan
i put a timer on my oven, when it beep, i know them instant grams, huh
i jump up out the bed runnin’ to the rackies, i do hand+in+hands (i’m on my way)

- big steff chicken p lyrics

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