Chess Players

Bitch, yeah F*ck, shit, damn Huh, yeah (Tron, what we on, nigga?) (Southside shit) Nigga, on the gang Three-five of Space Runtz, I'm floatin' like a astronaut Twenty in my Ksubis, finna walk inside Saks and shop You talkin' big money shit, but you don't have a knot Buffs white as hell, same time got the blackest pop Hunnid rounder, ahki slidin', finna whack a opp Two chains bust, next month finna grab a watch Gucci windbreaker, shoes, and the matchin' socks If you in the field, young boy, you better grab a Glock Yeah, if you in the field, young boy, you better grab a strap Chains, whips, and them bad hoes, I been had that I'll let off the first shot and get the last laugh And when I whip that big bitch out, better back-back Bitch keep tellin' me she miss me, with her sad-ass Pull up on yo' block like Lamar, where the stash at? I'll strip a nigga out his pockets and his Cash App Bitch keep tryna suck my dick, where the cash at? Purple on the tag, how the f*ck is my pants black? Touchdown in Cali, where the f*ck is my Lamb' at? Hunnid 201s, hit the store with a jam pack What is in yo' jeans right now? F*ck a flashback Life double G, I just spent a sleeve in Gucci Chopsticks right next to me, I ain't eatin' sushi Checkmate, chess player, finna put my feet in Louis Backwood, Backwood, bitch, I ain't seen a doobie Three-point-five in the 'Wood, I ain't seen a doob' Nigga keep askin' 'bout the opps, I ain't seen 'em, dude Backdoor me once and that's that, I can't see it through "Boy, why you cut them niggas off?", I ain't need 'em, fool Thought I had a drop on a opp but I seen move If I mix the Qua' with the pop, bitch, that's Beetlejuice The .9 on me, I'm in yo hood, I'm just breezin' through Yeah, that pussy nigga, he ain't make it, you ain't seen the news? Pour three sixes back to back, I'm a evil dude With my gang rockin' Bathing Ape, we just swingin' through Cut the traction off in this fucker, I'll swing the coupe Habibi, he the handy man, bitch, he bring in tools Call Tron, "Boy, I'm in a ditch, bring the tools out" If I don't got that bitch on my hip, I don't move 'round If we get the drop on yo' ass, boy, don't move now Bitch keep lyin' 'bout some shit that I knew 'bout Glock with the tip, if I flick this bitch, it's a fully Six hunnid dollar shark head when I zip the hoodie Eighty dollar eighthy in the 'Wood, I ain't hittin' Cookie Uncy in the kitchen with some, finna whip some bully I'm either off the tech or the three stripe joggy Thousand dollar double cup, no, this ain't iced coffee Body on it but he still bought the .9 off me Man, this ain't no regular-ass J's, these Off-Whites, doggy This bitch got a whole ring, get yo' wife off me Five bands and a pint, what yo' life cost me You gon' catch a bullet, tryna take some ice off me Call of Duty weapon, AR with knife, doggy Ayy, ShittyBoyz