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chuckyy - me vs me lyrics

[intro]
f+ck we rockin’ man
uh, uh, grah, grah, grah, grah
know how the f+ck we rockin man
uh, come here
uh

[verse]
brr bah, fully automatic switch on the back you know us
died soon as i popped that door
he know what it was soon as we rolled up (come here)
we jump out chase n+ggas down for sure in front of a church it’ll go up
i just took over rap and yesterday i was just clappin’
this sh+t so nuts
long live fred, my momma just got a bust down chain
and your face on there
bendin’ the strip them n+ggas ain’t right there
dip they chill in the hood its so rare
n+ggas be b+tches they frontin’ they move
i don’t get it just be your self its so rare
i got rich, now everybody wanna be opps and cousins
on fred don’t know them
he roll that dice you bet not [?] out
boy i done seen that happen
“chuckyy how the f+ck you see that happen”
cause i was the one that hopped out clapped ’em
f+ck that n+gga im chucky wackem
these rap n+ggas thinkin’ i’m chucky the rapper
go in the mall and buy everything
i remember we was eatin’ eggs with salad
[chorus]
we lay sh+t down no pallet
hit from the back her ass i clap it
four+hundred spent it on gucci sandals
amiri jeans tight we ain’t rockin’ a lanvin
f+ck a mask we do sh+t on camera
scratch off behind the wheel im handlin’ (skurt, skurt)
thick b+tch i can’t get rid of
hit from the back while she countin’ the cheddar up
im a dog boy i get aggressive
me vs me i don’t see no competitors
catch a opp down bad we stretch ’em
clappin the face card not a pedestrian
talkin’ ’bout money my pockets the fatest
talkin’ ’bout b+tches my lil hoe the s+xiest (uh)
doin donuts on the side of the lot
the sl!cks tryna chase us but they can’t catch us

[verse 2]
tried to f+ck on this one lil bop
but the p+ssy ain’t got no grip can’t catch it
hit from the back while whisperin’ in her ear
“chuckyy next up” had this b+tch cumin’ in seconds
chase a n+gga down till he don’t got no oxygen
shordy nem leavin’ him breathless (uh)
found him on baseline tryna go steak out
eatin’ the opps for breakfast (there he go)
we can link up right now, get it on broad day
n+gga ain’t in to that textin’ (chase)
bro like k!llin’ in style, give him the glock
i bail out with a wesson
and chuckyy like walkin’ sh+t down
[?], n+gga this just a message (you know that)
f+ck n+gga got hit in his sh+t
f+ck all the opps, uh
come to get shot
come to get shot
come to get shot
come to get shot
now everybody come to get shot
brdd not that glock

[chorus]
we lay sh+t down no pallet
hit from the back her ass i clap it
four+hundred spent it on gucci sandals
amiri jeans tight we ain’t rockin’ a lanvin
f+ck a mask we do sh+t on camera
scratch off behind the wheel im handlin’
thick b+tch i can’t get rid of
hit from the back while she countin’ the cheddar up
im a dog boy i get aggressive
me vs me i don’t see no competitors
catch a opp down bad we stretch ’em
clappin the face card not a pedestrian
talkin’ ’bout money my pockets the fatest
talkin’ ’bout b+tches my lil hoe the s+xiest (uh)
doin donuts on the side of the lot
the sl!cks tryna chase us but they can’t catch us

- chuckyy lyrics

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