Sweet Chin Music

Like it's jenga, I've been breaking down the bricks Doggin' all these hoes, got me feeling Micheal Vick One call and my youngin's shootin' up your shit Glock on my hip got a kick, sweet chin music Run up on me, you don't know who you playing with Got a couple youngin's with me, yeah they're dangerous You ain't talking money bitch, you don't speak my language Money on my mind, gotta stay focused Not no sushi but I roll around my city with two sticks No movies but I got long clips, no Netflix Like it's Jeff Hardy I can get your ass flipped Since a youngin to my city been a menace Gotta keep that forty, yeah, that's the shit I'm packing 40 in the side bag, bitch this ain't for fashion Gotta chase that bag, money keep on stackin Diamonds on my chain like to flash, Barry Allen Actin like a shooter you a pump fake My youngins, the reason why my city got the highest murder rate Had them bloody feet before the Loubitons From all these hatin' ass goofies I've been steppin' on Like it's jenga, I've been breaking down the bricks Doggin' all these hoes, got me feeling Micheal Vick One call and my youngin's shootin' up your shit Glock on my hip got a kick, sweet chin music Y'all like Hannah Montana the way you switchin' up Speaking all the truth like Giannis, keep that shit a Buck Pour a forty in that double cup Yeah you know I spark that woody up He thought he was getting lit, till we lit him up Yeah we get you lit up like it's Thomas Edison Leave that whip torched, no evidence Me and SK, started from the bottom talking Jay's basement Yeah we was trappin' out them basements