Sweet Chin Music Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah (Did that)

Yeah

Yeah, uh

Back fresh in the Land

I'm fresh out the sky

Still counting up bands

Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping

High Rollers not Lanvins

I really do shit day to day that's outlandish

Lil bitch from Atlanta

I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics

He a dumbass like Patrick

He think he gone make it when he ain't got no passion

Niggas ain't got no fashion

They just copy the next nigga

Riding they sack

He the type to sneak a little photo when he shopping in Saks Fifth

I'm the type tell Pedro from Balenciaga ship the fit out from Cali

I'm the type take my lil bitch from the hood out to Bali

In my eyes I think that I'm humble, but my one bitch be thinking I'm arrogant

In his world he think he a star in the real one we think it's hilarious

Fasure I might diamond and pearl ya but baby don't think of a marriage

When we talk bout the money

We ain't countin' the money we burying

Got a milli on the hard drive right now I'm just plotting out how Ima share it

Perigon on my V-day

But for now on just strictly Bumbu, Belaire me

I'm rolling up a wood her size, but nah my lil boo ain't scary

Back fresh in the Land

I'm fresh out the sky

Still counting up bands

Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping

High Rollers not Lanvins

I really do shit day to day that's outlandish

Lil bitch from Atlanta

I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics

Back fresh in the Land

I'm fresh out the sky

Still counting up bands

Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping

High Rollers not Lanvins

I really do shit day to day that's outlandish

Lil bitch from Atlanta

I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics

Mas Dibiasie, the million man

He showin' out we see his hand

Sneak up on a nigga like Randy Orton

The nose on the stick like Peter Pan

Yeah, you tuned into the sweet chin music

Mas HBK had her heart misused it

I'm always the bad guy I'm used to it

Good head on her shoulders make use of it

Back fresh in the land

I'm fresh out the sky

In the booth where I landed

On the Side hang my banner

Put it right on the wire with whoever was against us

Called some niggas family

Use my name for some panties

But in private can't stand me

Masi in high demand

Good, I hope you can't stand it

Fuck big, enormous the status

Look at your dreams and look how you acting

Chains with no contracts here

Organized it's deeper than rap here

Ain't nobody pushing my back here

Get a cosign, and fall off the map yeah

She with me riding presidential class yeah

We turnt off some shit I dropped last year

Back fresh in the Land

I'm fresh out the sky

Still counting up bands

Four hour flight, I mean and a half my fingers still cramping

High Rollers not Lanvins

I really do shit day to day that's outlandish

Lil bitch from Atlanta

I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics

Back fresh in the Land

I'm fresh out the sky

Still counting up bands

Four hour flight, I mean four and a half my fingers still cramping

High Rollers not Lanvins

I really do shit day to day that's outlandish

Lil bitch from Atlanta

I'm flippin' that bitch in The 9 like gymnastics