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chuckie ceo - hear me out lyrics

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[verse]
it’s just firearms and cash in this bag, know i got luggage
snakes in the grass, i hear ’em hissin’, be done shot somethin’
he got petty beef, behind that sh+t, he ain’t gon’ drop nothin’
just had a talk with cuz, he say he can feel the cops comin’
huh, okay, i’ma try to chill out
they say, “you almost there, it’s time to start thinkin’ with your head now”
was finna sign, they closed the door, won’t catch me with my head down
never go as planned, that’s why i am the way i am now
huh, this sh+t old to me, but it’s new to y’all
it’s a fifty in this b+tch and i’ll shoot ’em all
n+ggas got this animosity, like what’d i do to y’all?
leave his brains on the floor, he think he knew it all
it’s gon’ be blood squirtin’ out, it ain’t no water when this pipe bust
really active, make a n+gga favorite rapper give his ice up
so, lil’ n+gga, tread light, you only live life once
aimin’ for a shot the only time i put my pipe up
more money, more peace, like nah, i don’t want no s+x
blow the stick like a whistle, have him looking like, “where coach at?”
he a k!ller on the net, in real life, he ain’t on that
i’m on go everywhere, don’t give a care, i’m always on that
huh, on the same time like a rolex
huh, they know i’m ’bout my business, that’s a known fact
n+ggas shootin’ in the air like they aiming where the drone at
heard he had a pole, when they shot, it ain’t blow back
huh, creepin’ with a pocket rocket
huh, watch out for these n+ggas pocket watchin’
catch a n+gga down bad and get every dollar out him
huh, thumbin’ through this sh+t, but i could use a money counter
you wanna hide somethin’ from a n+gga, put it in a book
you the type to speak up on some sh+t and get your mans cooked
huh, catch a case, stay solid, n+gga, man up
f+ck 12, can’t get along with n+ggas that wear handcuffs
we ain’t drop over here, go pick your mans up
n+ggas sweet, i can slide down hangin’ out with bands up
stop postin’ pics with that gun, p+ssy boy ain’t gon’ blam somethin’
i’ma nail his ass if i catch him with this hammer



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