Chris ft. Sneaky Sosama & StoneyIsland Lyrics

Man, you know what the fuck I'm on, man

Big Mob shit, big SSG shit

I be feelin like I'm Chris Partlow

Catch him slippin walkin down the alley

Never got caught, ain't ever have to go on housey

Tell me why the fuck you sayin homies? You from Beaver County

I'm the realest that's around and I'ma say it proudly

New fit, ah, feelin fresher than some Downy

Smokin LA Kush out on the pier when I'm out in Cali

Call em Jimmy Hoffa, he got smoked and they ain't never found him

If you chillin wit that rat, you look a lil mousy

It's a bounty on his head, what, like $20,000

Let me up it, let me see my killers run in houses

Terrorize the neighborhood, cause I be buggin out

You be cappin when you rappin, tell me what the fuck is that about

Kea with me now, higher than a spaceship

Still rockin Reebok, brody in that new Bape fit

Whippin up that cake mix, she fuckin with my cadence

I ain't get caught, I'm like, motherfuck the anklet

I heard your favorite rapper positive up on a rape kit

I don't wanna hear your songs, all that shit outdated

We ain't nothin to play with, we remaining dangerous

I just poured that Act, I feel like Prince, purple raining

Feelin super saiyan, got this M on me like Majin

These boys actin like some bitches, go online and gossip

Told that bitch I cannot love her, cause I'm stone cold like Austin

I be drippin like the faucet, look, aye

LA cannabis while I be walkin down Slauson

She a fan of this, if I call her over, pussy poppin

Bitch, we been mobbin, M on me like the Marlins

And my Goth bitch'll stop your head in some Doc Martens

I'm a shooter and a rapper, I'm a drill artist

Don't make me rock out wit that chop like I was a guitarist

Talkin crazy, get you stained, like a dirty carpet

Smoke em leavin out his mommas wit this dirty Taurus

He a rappin ass nigga, make em hip-hop

Six block, chasin niggas out they flip-flops

Smack a pussy nigga in his shit and call him Chris Rock

Try me wit the goofy shit and you gon get popped

They ask me why I'm always high has hell, I'm off the Ray pack

Up the fuckin glizzy on a nigga, tell him stay back

We just slid on yo mans, get your payback

Wake up out my sleep tryna shoot, like, where my K at

Matter fact, nigga, where my opps at

Goofy ass niggas talkin shit, they gon get popped at

I'm so high, I'm askin Mizzy where my Glock at

These niggas always talkin on the Gram, they need to stop that

Yeah, bitch, I'm a big baller

If I was standin on my money, I would get taller

I just faced the whole Wood, I need a sip of water

Niggas out here thinkin wit they dick, they need to get smarter

You wanna talk about some money, go and make a flip

You the type to say that you be trappin just to smoke your zip

I'm the type to fuck yo mom and bust up on her lip

Just a couple years ago, the nigga blood, but now he's Crip

Keep the glizzy on my hip and it's a 26

Oh, that nigga talkin shit, he catchin 26

Matter fact, here, take the whole 30

Niggas swear to God they out to get me and I ain't even worried

Punch a nigga in his face and make his vision blurry

Bitch, it's a muddy cup, I been slippin dirty

I might have to pull up on his ass

Said you got the glizzy in yo jacket, then you gotta blast

Stoney in this bitch, he clutchin 30s, tryna drop his ass

Fuck a sip of water, off this Wood, I need to take a nap

Shooter show, this choppa like a band because it bang and clap

Toting on some shit you never seen, this an exclusive strap

Fuck that bitch like I'm a chiropractor, way I blew her back

Brody tried to short me for the dub, I went and took his sack

Party on the roof of the trap, I'm tryna go get some ass

Flip em out his whip, caught em slippin and then he seen a flash

Fuckin on this bitch, she take dick and then I'ma do the dash

Driving in the whip and I'm shootin, boy, I hope I don't crash

Got the chopper and the extension, we put em in the past

Matter fact, we do him like garbage men, put em in the trash

Catch him at the corner store, up it, then we gon take his cash

He a bitch, we punched on em, then we put his ass in the cask

Fuckin on this bitch and his auntie, you know she love the dick

I just pulled up on her with hundreds, you know I love to trick

I just pulled up on her and fucked her and then I had to dip

Yeah, bitch, then I had to dip

I don't even care bout that hoe, I just wan fuck her friend

Hangin out the roof of the Trackhawk, yeah, we just spin his bin

Hangin in the back of the trap, because we won't let her in

I might go and blow out her back, but I will not pay her rent

Yeah, bitch, let's get it, yeah, gang