Chemist

I'm a snake, you a rat, man, I swear I gotta eat em Swear my heads with respect, this a spender , I gotta treat em

Give that dog, belt to ass, gotta stretch it, gotta beat em Got no friends in this shit, like V-Lone , ion need em

ever seen a head smoke the dog, cause he can't find a needle I know gang, ain't go tell, best believe that I'm a beat it

Sis told me to pick better friends, I be around the reapers line my heads up like kids, you would think that I'm a teacher

Ain't no care for this fet, my head movin' like a zombie Got that draky by my side, bet no niggas come upon me

I swear, ballin' ain't a crime , loving spenders that's my hobby Mama told me leave the streets, I'm on fire, she can't stop me

Word on the streets I was trying to get some money Probably local, but I'm Michael Jackson, famous to these junkies

You work phones niggas flunkies, I tote poles in the crusties I only fuck the bitch one time she still calling me to fuck me

Silver callin', he want me to pick a block and just meet him I have to mute the phones, these bitches irritating how they ringing

I'm in my dirty clothes, twistin' Grammys up up in my beaters Bizzy , want the Audi coupe, I said I damnear , want the Beamer

You can call me Paul Walker, how I'm drag racing Lil Brodie want it all, I say stay down and just have patience

Everybody want a ball, so catch them headies , they won't leave you hangin' fuck them Bitches catch that money and don't never leave no spenders waiting

I got mixed with glass I got mixed with lab can't mix these bitches in my business, they'll send a nigga back

Ion trip on what you spending I'm just grateful that you buyin Broke niggas pissed we Litty hatin on a nigga Shine

Put this shit up to your ear, I know you hear it this shit fire Niggas get up in that room and get to singin' like a choir

Fell in love with dumpin Grams, I'll never retire ion fuck with no rats they like to chew on wires

This new money diet got my pockets out of shape over hit and under charge, but it's still a solid eight

Julie call me for a hoop, I'm flyin' like she outta state Try to reach and you gon' lay, send him to the heaven gates

I'm a snake, you a rat, man, I swear I gotta eat him Swipe my heads with respect, this a spender I gotta treat him

Give that dog, belt to ass, gotta stretch it, gotta beat him Got no friends in this shit, like V-Lone, I don't need him

Ever seen an head smoke the dog, cause he can't find a needle I know gang, ain't gon' tell, best believe that I'ma beat it sis

Told me to pick better friends, I be around the reapers line my heads up like kids you would think that I'm a teacher