Letras
Ayy, pop me that bitch right now
Woo
That blunt hittin' my eye
Let me hit big bruh
Alright, cool
Ayy, Chris, this your shit
Chris the Reaper
Go
Go
Go
Uh, okay, cool
Every time I pop out, you know I stick and move
Why these niggas keep on talkin'
Yeah, they hatin'
Who are you
Oh, that's your girl
I don't care
I'm finna fuck
Nigga move
Dick all in her mouth
She like the way the kid groove
Diamonds on my neck
That's why I fell in love with jewels
And where you from
I don't care
Fuck your city
I'm the truth
And all these niggas say they fuckin' with me
These niggas just gon' lose
This lil' bitch told me that she love me, but she don't follow my rules
Got another gun reloaded
That's another one
Niggas talkin', but I swear to God, that nigga really want a one
Out my pocket, pull a band
That's your hoe
She gon' dance with me
This not my city
I'm gon' walk in with my tool
Who gon' stand to me
That nigga popped out
He got his shit rocked
I'm the man homie
Get a nigga killed just for talkin' shit and stuff
I'm with the Reaper when I'm rollin' with lil Chris
That my lil, homie
These lil' niggas shouldn't be talkin' shit
Cause I'm big, homie
I'm on some choice shit for real
I fuck your hoe
That's the deal
I fuck your hoe and make you watch
I'm for real
Nah, I'm jokin'
Put this stick up in my pockets
Swear to God, it's reloaded
That nigga walked in my face
So his face have been chosen
Throwing 4s in the city
Swear to God
Hope you know it
Every time I pop out, you know a real nigga on it
Yeah, you know a real nigga on it
I'm not tryin' bitch, I'm chosen
Fuck you talkin' bout girl, you better own up and want it
All of the game in the world
Man, fuck that shit
Girl, we goin' to the pearl
I'm not standin' right here
All these people all weird
Okay, cool, let's go
You don't know what I'm on
Girl stop, hidin that phone
You know I ride wit dem killas
I'm not talkin' bout them niggas but they gon' send yo ass home
Girl, don't play me wrong
Im gon' fuck your homegirl
In the other fucking home
Don't shoot me, bitch
I'll shoot a nigga dome
You know ion play that shit, girl
We ridin' round wit chrome
I'm with the kidd
Girl, you know we will run inside your home
Little, bro
Big bro
Man, you know we unknown
Reloadin clips
Havin' fun
You know what timin
I'm on
Yeah
Man, I'm finna go
Home
Yeah
Big Chris in this bitch
Fuck you talkin' bout
Ay, shout out to that boy Kidd
For real