The Chosen Ones Lyrics

Glory hallelujah

Covid mask on my shooter

Lion King of this rap shit

We like Timon and Pumbaa

That hoe can't touch me with a ruler

Unless she's a cougar

I told my girl I can't hear her

When she bring up rumors

Giving praise, like it's Judah

I'm smooth, like Ferris Bueller

I melt the ice out your cooler

Then rip off your medulla

It grow inside her like tumors

Make her say "O" like Sooners

I need to hit up Metro Boomin'

Cause we fucking booming

I need to hit up Metro Boomin'

Cause we... yeah

Rock with me, rock with me

Get Rich or Die Trying

Gotta do it just like 50

Curious

She wanna menage with me just like Nicki

But it can't be anybody

Baby girl I'm kinda picky

Yeah, I'm the man now

She call me B.I.G.

Every time I pull my pants down

Stood on ten, even when I was a man down

And I can't give a hatin' nigga shit

Not even hand me downs

I'm the shit I gotta toilet as a backpack

I can't fuck her she gone tell

She a hoodrat

We rockin' ski masks

Treat them like they skull caps

He got sticky fingers

We gone beat 'em like he stole that

We at Sticky Fingers

Treat the waitress like she pole dance

I got sticky fingers

Leaf sticking to my whole hand

Enough with the hickie shorty

You gone have my hoes mad

Now the whole gang got matching chains

We playing freeze tag

But I'm speeding off

Like a nigga trying to leave fast

The blessings keep on coming in

Like a snot rag

I meant the blessings coming in

Like I be sneezing bad

I meant the blessings coming in

Like a sneeze in class

I heard if you wanna be the man

You gotta beat the man

Well I ain't worried 'bout the saying

We gone beat his ass

Pop a Perky

Gotta itch that I can't scratch

It's incredible how my money turned elastic

Got it flipping, gymnastics

Shit is bending backwards

Every song we done dropped

We put it in a casket

And every time she give me head

I see what she imagine

This money different

Got no commas, decimals and fractions

Cut yo TV nigga

This lights, camera, action

Every time she walk away

Them shits get to clappin'

She need a drum roll for that ass

And I'ma make it happen

I can't drive the boat

But baby, I can be the captain

Wish for a burner

I ain't Turner

But it's Timmy tucked

Hot like a furnace, like it's burning

Hot like Thug and Gunna

I'm like a surgeon with the pump

Alonzo Harris Jr.

We the Chosen Ones

We the Chosen Ones

Put me up 'gainst anybody

I love one on ones

One on one

Tryna get my Flex on

Like this One On One

One of one

Ain't too many like us

That's from where we from

Two of two

Baddest fucking duo

They can't see our crew

It's B.I.G. and it's lil bakpack

Bitch we MTB

It's MTB forever and ever

Don't you forget it

Nigga we winnin'

She sending nudes like a snippet

Stay on my pivot

This court slick, but I ain't slipping

Twelve spin the block

Then we dipping

That's how we living

That's how we living

The Chosen Ones