chingsta - wildcard lyrics
roll the palmie up
get your money up
wild card
sh+t is not enough
stack more guap
still it’s not enough
the only way to stack yo bread
selling souls, stream with kai n em
h+lla people doubting
when i’m up, they gon be riding on
court said “don’t be reckless”
but i’m always reckless
in the kitchen, whipping, we flipping
the feins been feeling peckish
they tripping out
been in and out of the trap
h+lla selfish
court said “don’t be reckless”
but me and the bros we grew up treacherous
but i’m always reckless
hop out the 4 door whip, don’t test it
i know some bros with a murder fetish
don’t get caught by the catfish
smoke on this doob for breakfast
lunch and dinner, no cap i’m breathless
think that you make that money
you ain’t if your ass end up restless
big boss talking
when you really just the middleman
i’m the ceiling fan
try reach the top and touch me
nah you never can
i ride with gang
f+ck the numbers
least none of em are rats
black on black
tryna get my cash
run through them doors, then dash
how you gon ride with blades
with 8 of your mates and end up running?
them boys stunting
too much top boy got them acting up
like
roll the palmie up
get your money up
wild card
sh+t is not enough
stack more guap
still it’s not enough
smoking that khalifa kush
if you coughing then get out
snow white snoozing in my nose
she making me all sped up
nike be telling me “just do it”
came out, whipped the tech out
lil lady, lil freaky
come and show me what them legs bout
drippy leg to toe
ima saucy chigga
you a bummy lil crow
chasing other figures
up in the cut with the bro
he done seen me live with critters
h+lla music i just thrown
it’s a fact i can do better
imma seed just haven’t grown
my whole life had been a thriller
every function i been gone
sip the henny by the litre
shoot a opp like this a picture
who caught the president?
i’m vanishing go home, eat dinner
forever banished from residents
like
saggy trackies when it’s summer
different energy when i pull up in suits in hummers
count them dividends
first give some to my mother
then h+lla cities get litty
foreign clubs with the bruddas
i might just have to
roll the palmie up
get my money up
wild card
sh+t is not enough
stack more guap
still it’s not enough
smoke that palmie up
feeling lit
hit the stu and club
get my money up
splurge the bucks
issa wild card
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