CHICK FIL A

Like a damn snitch Oh man, that's cold Look like you about ready to go tell on somebody right damn now Where yo flashlight at He told me that the bows was Za Where your flashlight at Shorty got a bad BBL Why yo ass like that G we rarely see you in the hood Cause I flew past like that 650 under the hood Yeah, my shit fast like that Shorty got a big ole butt Oh giirrrrl, yeah But her titties saggy How your hair slick in the front With the back nappy Bitch got me kicked out the bar I almost had to slap kathy Grower just chopped down a whole bunch He threw the pack at me I just took over the plug Yeah, I know the trap happy I done moved so many Ps through Flint and Virginia Beach Went to see the chiropractor Crossed the street, now my back happy You niggas stink, I'ma smell you later 200 pounds on the top floor, we took the elevator Boy, that weed regular as hell You a regulator And all you do is watch me ball out You a speculator Girl, sit your monkey ass down Don't you stand on me Honey pack in the back seat Hundred bands on me Icy nigga, but I'm hot as f*ck Put a fan on me Money always on my mind Short attention span on me Nigga made me turn the chopper on He hit the relay If you looking for the Za, Suffolk hit up seejay I'll make a white bitch say, ah, for Pete's sake And I don't even know who Pete is They call me G-Baby It's hard to wait While she sucking dick, I'm trying to find my vape Hitting the ghetto bitch raw is the risk that I won't take Next time you bring my money, I want it in a suitcase Yea handcuffed to your wrist, the metal ones that won't break Niggas ain't saying nothing, but got a lot to say Kinda classy, yeah, but I'm a felon, so ain't no blick today But if I get robbed, a lot of niggas getting hit today It's okay, dang just sold a 20-pack behind Chick-fil-A Yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Nigga