CHITLINS ft. Hitxion Lyrics

Think I'm a star cause niggas out my system

But I ain't reach back for shit

Like niggas preachy as fuck

Could bump them out they stitches

Like niggas bleeding they doves and siphon that shit stripped

I squint and say, "That's greedy as fuck"

Said, "Who the fuck you dissing?"

Said, "You look bitch from where I'm sitting"

Give a fuck who I missed or hit

The shoe fit, nigga where that shit or ditch it

Ain't no fucks left to give

If it's two voices tween your ears, then pick what's up when it's zip

Fuck I look judging and shit?

Been so fed up that I spit it

Cause ain't no junk in my dish

If your shit offal, ain't gon' front

I'm gon' be hungry as shit

You dig a ditch, then this shit christened

Might be you in that bitch

Shit have you sorry, said "That's tough but it fit"

Swear I don't cut, but I nick

I never composted, don't fuck with bullshit

Stay downing roaches, I ain't worried bout pigs

You double back, watch your six

I'm giving Scar in a pit

The youngest, far from the dim

If it's a throne, where I sit then?

Wasn't no nomen', a given (Man I can't even walk...)

Must be handicapped on foenem

I can't stand you niggas

I'm playing hard to get on GP

If you catch me, then I'm fucking with it

But keep that tripping shit

Got ex-homies we sucker-slipping

I don't miss shit, I stay hitting

Wasn't no luck or wishing

Could give a fuck if niggas dissing

You get buck or listen

I'm checking cards, if niggas slip by me I'm armed

Cause this shit fuck who I missed

I'm at large, my nigga, zip it

Ain't gon' fold less we drip

But come with guaze cause it been 'nough that's mentioned

Paradigm shift like wave tides if we could switch position

Breaking bad habits, consequences of me being pensive

Niggas wait to see the flame die

Don't know this shit intrinsic

Spit linguistic, stick like paint drying, talking premonitions

It was written

I don't questions why I see it through the prism

Mental prison, spinned the block and all I see is niggas bitching

Dog days

My niggas come from dirty pots and empty kitchens

Sweaty sauce and chitlins

Realistic, that's my rags to riches (RIP to bitches...)

You look bitch from where I'm sitting, give a fuck who I missed

Don't miss the tip when you mention me, hoe that's word to my dick

Since niggas scraping for penny, I drop a dime for your fix

Might drop a rhyme just to slight you, I drop your dime just to diss

Fuck that

It's mine I want it all back

I'm fining shit on all cap

Ain't giving out no hall pass (Fuck you niggas...)

Fuck that

I'm letting niggas fall back

Don't play with me

I got these pussies tighter than the hub caps

Said fuck you niggas