Chief Dat

Beat up the pussy, then dust off my knuckle

Big ahh belt buckle like Captain K'nuckles

Pull out the blick when I get in a scuffle

Light his ass up, make him hit a lil shuffle

Got about 2 mil' stuffed up in the duffle

Yo bitch pull up on me and give me a suckle

I shoot his ass up and I make him say uncle

Then I go fuck his bitch without a rebuttal

All the smoke you gon need a c-pap

Bitch gimme throat, uh huh, I need that

Up in Terre Haute, so where the beef at

Smoking on yo dead homie, lemme chief that

All the smoke you gon need a c-pap

Bitch gimme throat, uh huh, I need that

Up in Terre Haute, so where the beef at

Smoking on yo dead homie, lemme chief that

Get out the way, son

I pop off every track, not on occasion

I'm giving you a little education

I'm spitting heat, bars capsaicin

Yeah, I might be Caucasian

But I still got lyrics, lemme lay some

On you like a blanket, on vacation

Someone tell Stoke, I'm on the way bruh

All the smoke you gon need a c-pap

Bitch gimme throat, uh huh, I need that

Up in Terre Haute, so where the beef at

Smoking on yo dead homie, lemme chief that

All the smoke you gon need a c-pap

Bitch gimme throat, uh huh, I need that

Up in Terre Haute, so where the beef at

Smoking on yo dead homie, lemme chief that

All the smoke you gon need a c-pap

Bitch gimme throat, uh huh, I need that

Up in Terre Haute, so where the beef at

Smoking on yo dead homie, lemme chief that

All the smoke you gon need a c-pap

Bitch gimme throat, uh huh, I need that

Up in Terre Haute, so where the beef at

Smoking on yo dead homie, lemme chief that