chuckie ceo - virus lyrics
[intro: babytron]
aye, clover, what up
aye, aye, aye, sh+ttyboyz
[verse 1: babytron]
bro got a mask on, no coronavirus
b+tch can’t get a ring like her phone on silent
i’m in love with the jacks, you the goat, verizon
big drip, all splash, i don’t know poseidon
[verse 2: chuckie ceo]
aye, running to that money, i be speeding
big chop leave a f+ck n+gga bleeding
aye, my n+ggas out here shooting for no reason
in that cell, i was talking to them demons
out the way [?] finna ball all season
aye, wipe a n+gga nose like a fever
i’ma pass down the mic, i be [?]
give ’em 50+50, i was [?]
[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
[?] od, ot tryna overdrive
you ain’t bring sh+t from ot but coronavirus
young n+ggas like to smack n+ggas for no rеason
i can send a n+gga up to god, i know demons
rap n+ggas dead, wе not, the score even
in the trap, if i see a opp, ain’t no leaving
dawg wearing fake jay’s, them be [?]
my n+gga chuckie, he a ceo, this ain’t child’s play
[verse 4: babytron]
i got some wocky in my cup
feel like khris middleton, i popped up with the bucks
what the f+ck? hutch feeling c+cky on my buffs
sh+ttyboyz, punch god, i’m pumping out with thrusts
in the jungle with some realers, i’m with sk!ll and ’em
if you don’t like the sh+t talk, come and k!ll it then
if that b+tch hit once, use the bin again
aaron gordon in her, slam dunk, b+tch, i’m switching hands
[verse 5: chuckie ceo]
yeah, i got real money, i just act fake
aye, hit it from the back, make her back break
aye, running up a check till my back ache
[?] just buffed three fifties on a bad day
finna slide, told that n+gga meet me halfway
f+cking with the gang, yeah, it’s gon’ be a sad day
f+cked around on sh+t, on a n+gga, i got bad brakes
aye, i’ll rob a n+gga for his last plate
[verse 6: sk!lla baby]
i’m with the steppers, turn a n+gga to a pancake
i’ll train a n+gga b+tch for a flat rate
i’ll steal a n+gga b+tch, take [?]
n+gga, i’ll pass this b+tch to tron, he’ll sh+t on you
n+gga, no cap, once you cross that line, you can’t go back
[?] and you know that
rich n+gga, leave a b+tch with a broke back
[verse 7: babytron]
sb, tnl, and we got [?]
if it’s beef, hula hoop, i’ma pop crew
chop like [?] i’ll pop dude
i just wanna thank jesus i am not you
told [?] come and smoke his ass
made a hundred off of joker’s stash
lil’ b+tch like elsa with her frozen+ass
bro hot as h+ll, riding ’round with a stolen matt
[verse 8: chuckie ceo]
aye, i’ll never call a b+tch over
f+ck around and got a [?] like corona
i be itching for body, i’ll blow ya
young n+gga, i be tripping, i’ll show ya
aye
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