kiingrod – chimmy lyrics
[verse 1: daboii]
walked in bust down b-tch naked t–th
every time i broke a neck she was neckin’ me
take a picture of my snap ain’t no textin’ me
ways to get a big bag i’m the lecture king
i just made a good play got my jeans saggin’
the money tryna bring me down that’s a mean caption
you ain’t slidin’ you ain’t gaingin’ i’m a mean captain
once a b-tch still a b-tch you can’t be savage
f-ck n-gga cut it out wit’ all that d-mn actin’
leave ’em slumped over a rock now he d-mn patrick
b-tch lower your tone all that d-mn ‘appin’
talkin’ sh-t on that mic this ain’t d-mn rappin’
yep, n-gga, yep yep
ninja wit’ a glock you can catch a nunchuck
cl!ck clack big stick let it loose buck buck
heard them n-ggas want smoke tell them n-ggas run up
i just hit 21 still sober as f-ck
before i ride wit’ a p-ss i’ma roll me a blunt
nerd n-ggas talkin’ down ’cause they know that we up
b-tch yo’ n-gga got you fooled you know he a punk
sob b-tch rbe too
you owe a lot of n-ggas money that’s a recoup
f-ck n-ggas teamin’ up watch ’em regroup
and if you ain’t ridin’ wit’ us then you see through
b-tch
[verse 2: kiingrod]
claimin’ you a dog when you know you a pup
ten in these denims watch me go and f-ck it up
i don’t care about sh-t cookie smell through the door
we about 20 deep every time it’s a show
throw the stick in the bag they don’t search me no show
took ’em steppin’ when i walk red bottoms to the floor
if i don’t see a payment then i can’t send no text
i don’t even wanna hit just throw a n-gga neck
no, b-tch, no no no
i don’t f-ck wit’ new n-ggas just in case you ain’t know
strictly only real boys in my circle you should know
we them young wild n-ggas wit’ them band sn-tchin’ hoes
stackin’ all this bread got my pockets feelin’ chunky
n-ggas always talkin’ like they really gettin’ money
i’ma stack it to the top and i’m never gon’ stop
i’ma show you broke n-ggas that we never gon’ drop
get the ball in my hands ’cause i’m ballin’ wit’ these bands
might as well call me band i’m a balacidic trend
just dropped a new piece coulda bought a new whip
heard you mad about the b-tch
’cause i broke her for the strips
12 tryna get us still laughin’ windows tinted
plates on a buck’ ain’t no paint comin’ wit’ it
still ridin’ in the v wit’ my gang in the back
ain’t sh-t changed yet but the figures in my bank
hundred blues to the plug i’ma double it up
i been hustlin’ for some years just runnin’ it up
i’ma keep touchin’ green ’cause i can’t get enough
when you down to yo’ last you won’t know who to trust
lost it a couple times had to pick my head up
got dreams i ain’t reach i can never give up
we all bleed the same blood, think i give any f-cks?
and if it’s my life or your life who you think gon’ luck?
b-tch
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