Chaos Lyrics

Cartier lense, I can't see a thing These hoes are some eaters, they want everything

Ice in my blood, I ice out the gang

Richard Millie Plaine I stay wit a patek

She 21 , I don't see no savage

Popping that shit, I'm quick to blast it

She rep the gang , she repping that blood

Up the fye, she repping that nine

High out my mind, I'm popping these pills im way too gone

High on my mind, I'm popping these pills im way too stoned

Look at the wrist it's froze

Look at the wrist it's cold

Shawty got a mink coat

She stay to herself, she stay in her zone

Cup full of lean, mud in my cup I be taking these drugs

Popping these pills, popping these niggas get popped like a can

Fine lil Shawty, I took her to Turks I gave her a tan

I ain't scared of no opps I pull up with guns, I pull up with drums

I ain't scared of no opps I pull up with guns, I pull up with drums

Keep that FN, we late letting it buzz Pussy boy, he thought he was tough

On God, he talk on the net, He ain't outside, I turn him to dust

Yeah, out in the trenches, I'm jumping on fences I'm jumping the rock, I'm sipping on lean

I'm mixing Ciroc, I go to the chop I'm waiting on the addy

Pull up with twin, I pull up with baddie Popping them pills, I ain't talking no addy

High on my mind, I see the stars I look at the moon

Number 9 jeans , I stay in designer

You in my presence just call me ur honor

Ball on these niggas, I feel like Steph Lil' Shawty, she got that wet

And I pull up wit chop leave em wet

Suite life but we ain't on deck

Hit my dance Famous Dex

Told Lil' Shawty, she was next

Love Lil' Shawty, she quick with the neck

Shawty in black she think she opium

Cuban around my neck and shit

Wasnt even tryna flex that shit

Look at my wrist, I flooded that bitch

Tatted my wrist it say child of God

Say the wrong thing, pull up with chops, you up to God

Say the wrong thing, he up in the grave, we smoking his pack

Say the wrong thing, we smoking that pack, we smoking on opps

Niggas be rats, they run to the feds, they run to the cops