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chronic x vans rat - 4xanz lyrics

[intro: chronic]
mm, yeah
yeah

[verse 1: chronic]
ain’t no love for the jacks, trappin’ out flats
big fat shank in my dacks
chopping up lines of the rat
dumb hoes come for the party, showing some love for the charlie
rum and bicardi, new gs, new shoes lookin’ all dardy
c+nts tryna hop on my wave, i’m only just starting
bagging up sticks, bagging up fits
me and bro selling since kids
when the trap phone rings, gotta pick it up quick
“yo who’s this?” turns out brother boy wants two sticks but we don’t do ticks
[verse 2: vans rat]
aye
racking up sh+t, sell another stick
running through the streets ’cause we pulled another l!ck
f+ck around, car, phone, neck, got the slit
i don’t really give a sh+t, f+ck around hard on the beats
smoke trees any time i ever please
no tick on the st++z, caught me skating off to see
bro please, what you mean? you ain’t rolling with the team
with a brand new flow, om til we od

[verse 3: chronic]
mate, i’m dripping in 8
dumb blonde b+tch put a brick in my face, i told the hoe wait
chopped up lines all up in my plate
four xans deep and i can’t feel my face
wanna hang my neck
c+nts don’t wanna be friends now but they will when i’m up next
don’t feel the best now but i will, it’s just a f+ckin’ test
right now, couldn’t feel any f+ckin’ less
need more meds now, can’t get zs now
float like a boat ’cause i can’t feel my legs now
nothing but a let+down, can’t forget the sh+t f+ckin’ said now
hear that when i wake up
“f+ck all fake c+nts, f+ck all snake c+nts”
i’ll never switch up but this sh+t feels like stitch+up
think about you when i rip bud
think i’m just mixed up like the mix that i spinned up
fake f+ggots thinkin’ that they’re cripped up
but won’t say sh+t when the sh+t gets ripped cuz

- chronic x vans rat lyrics

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