Chapo

Yeah What's the word Young Brick Flair in this motherfucker You know what i'm saying my nigga? (What's the word?) [Hook] This just a day in the life Let mine hang to the right We brought them things to the fight Cold chills rang through the night Run up, we banging on sight You keep the chains and your ice We don’t do shit for the fame Nigga we came for your life Westside get it brackin [Verse 1: A$ton Matthews] Got pain up in my heart Got your life up on the dashboard Little nigga, you asked for it Big ass .45, knocking shots up off the backboard Pop a xan and flash forward It’s nothing to me but a little blood on my sneaks Get run to your knees in front of your niece You don’t want it with any one of my g’s Dump in a trunk, leave you slumped to your seats Show you my face before I leave your soul to these streets Got em like “Oh boy, oh Lord” Mini Van Dan machete waving out the front door Who want war, you looking at the five six deuce Drunk driving off the 91 Hope I don’t crash and let a hostage lose Young and brazy, mama pray that God’ll save me I’m the undercard but they don’t underpay me Fiends is itching, know I’m just racing it There’s money on the corner do you got the heart to chase it Get off from waiting, pussy [Bridge] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body [Hook] This just a day in the life Let mine hang to the right We brought them things to the fight Cold chills rang through the night Run up, we banging on sight You keep the chains and your ice We don’t do shit for the fame Nigga we came for your life Westside get it brackin [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] Loony gangsters on the rise Got a pistol in my lap, got murder in my eyes What’s the outcome; you’ll see when you come out front Crowd jump, these regulators mount up Them bodies count up I found luck between a pound of the finest in Whitney Houston’s white dress Her lipstick is a slight mess from the nose snow out the ice chest Write verses cuz they write checks Which way I’mma roll the dice next Who knows if my life next This the sound of Pirus and the pyrex Bundle up them dime sacks Show your bitches where the pipe at Rearrange it where her spine at, be right back Slip where the dotted lines at, be careful where you sign that Killers on the scene, leaning off the flo Here to fuck your bitch and letting everybody know Spitting like you owe me something Never say I’m better than Pun but I’m the closest one, nigga [Bridge] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body [Verse 3: Vince Staples] Real gangbanger, y’all stick to hip hop Moving with the homies keep a .40 over six shot Rappers love to shit talk but that’s how you get Pac-ed The doller, shells hot for boys trying to be G This big momma's house, we hiding money in the T.V.s My granny drove a caddy and my daddy was a TG My momma told me “baby boy you talk too much” But it don’t matter cuz I’m always down for backing it up I’m bout that accurate, that Actavis is not in my cup I’m on some active shit I don’t need nothing slowing me up As far as rapping,shit, it ain’t a nigga showing me up This shit is effortless, for lack of speaking Thinking of some better shit to do with my time Like make a million before the world end And put a baby up inside a pussy nigga girlfriend If you ain’t a friend to me believe you is a enemy No in-betweens I’m leaving niggas leaking where the curb end