Letras
Just copped an Apple Watch
That's radiation on my wrist, you know what I'm sizzling
Aye, aye, yuh
Jitty like balloon, I popped his mans up
I'm IG scrolling cuz I love to watch some stand up
I don't know what the fuck you thinking that you boutta be the banter
You want 'em talking 'bout you, I know people finna like you on a channel
I got bitches in the lot like "where the phantom"
Nah, Imma whip and RV 'fore I even get my bands up
This lying, cheating ass 'bout to owe me hundred grand just for a hundred missing
I don't need to dis him, boy'a do it by his damn self
Fuck a button start when I wear button up
Show up in a bow tie and still fuck you up
Paint him red like a CSP bucket brush
Ask me what I'm up to, I'm like "nothing, bruh"
I really hate these fucking bitches, and I'm talking 'bout the dick havers
"Jeesh, you rapping too fast," ah well, then get faster
Flex like Mr. Rogers, I'm your sister and your kids master
Yung Mista Clean, I pull up with a shit blaster
Yuh, (and what) popped the jitty like balloon, ah
Ah, (I) popped the jitty like balloon, ah
Ah, (I) popped the jitty like balloon, ah
Ah, (I) popped the jitty like a, aye
Bitch I'm lil' Chubs, yeah that's me, not gon' argue
And I'm from the O, probably fucking on your daughter
Yeah we got them sticks, and we clutching on them carbons
Eighteen with a pocket full of fucking hundreds
This that real shit, tell a bih get down and suck it quick
She ain't talking 'bout a bag, I tell her get up out my whip
Niggas talking 'bout a bag, but they ain't talking real chips
Call up folks, he shooting everything up with hollow tips
I'm a pimp, not no motherfucking simp
That bitch back broke, got her walking with a limp
I'm sliding, smoking good dope just behind tints
The plug hit me up, say he got me some more zips
I will never switch up about a bitch
He tried to run off, I dumped this pistol spark, I ain't gon' miss
I was raised round shooters and some motherfucking pimps