BL4CK CHYNA FREESTYLE Lyrics

She loves the drip, she see me swaged out in designer

You got a bad lil' bitch, I swear my bitch is finer

Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, your shit straight from China

VVS on me, your bitch see 'em, it's gonna blind her

That boy tried to copy me, steal my flow, yeah, he a biter

Got them karats on me, swing my neck just like a spider

That boy chat up on the net, he ain't do shit, he a typer

And my wallet BBL, pockets fat just like Black Chyna

Ok

Shawty get lit, oh yeah

Ricks on my feet, get a flick, oh yeah

Bitch get too close, she gonna lick me up

She smoke my dick

That lil' bitch is on me, I'ma put it right behind her

Pillows Murakami, bitch, I sleep on real designer

Rock expensive shit, I fuck it up then go back to the mall

She said she love my fit, I'm dripped out

She can see it on my drawers

Tell her take it off

Hands and knees, she gonna crawl

Make some bread, I spent it all

Make it back again, it ain't nothing to me

She come back again right on her knees

She swallowed my kids, she thanking me

Put her on the wall like tapestry

Niggas said I'm broke, that's blasphemy

Say what you want but them niggas gonna hear me

Stones in my Cartiers, now I see clearly

Gun on my hip, why the fuck would I fear you

Put them racks to my ear, why the fuck would I hear you

They pay me 3K, I'ma rock out the venue

Finna hop on that stage, I'm shutting it down

King of this shit, why you question

Spent another bag, bitch, I'm flexing

All this fabric on me

She gonna put it on me

Hella hoes, they don't mean nothing

She get too close, she must want something

She get too close, I might start clutching

Bitch can't go for none

Put trust in myself

Then put trust in my gun

They thought I was down but I already won

She loves the drip, she see me swaged out in designer

You got a bad lil' bitch, I swear my bitch is finer

Mike Amiri jeans, bitch, your shit straight from China

VVS on me, your bitch see 'em, it's gonna blind her

That boy tried to copy me, steal my flow, yeah, he a biter

Got them karats on me, swing my neck just like a spider

That boy chat up on the net, he ain't do shit, he a typer

And my wallet BBL, pockets fat just like Black Chyna