CHOWDER.

Call me fuckin chowder The way I rock my fuckin hat, (AYE) Call it pants on fire The way y'all rock that fuckin cap, (YUH) Bitches like panini They think shit sweet Now they attached, (BITCH) First thing Ima do when I get my fuckin racks Ain't lookin back I ain't goin back, Huh Bitch I'm finna act up F*ck it up Even In the crib I'm finna keep my, Glizzy tucked Aim at whoever who wanted that smoke Bitch I been gettin cheddar You niggas a joke Man, I'm higher than Saturn I bet ima blow TNT on you niggas, that shit bouta go Up into flames like a fuckin brulé I get pissed like a bull seen the red I came wit my choppa, I ain't come to play If he talk out his mouth he get laid Out like a light Like I don't wanna fight, uh Just out of spite, uh I need y'all to die, uh I want y'all to rot, uh Rot, uh, Rot, uh, Rot, uh Rot, uh, Rot, uh, Rot, uh, Ok The bigger the target, the harder they fall N' the faster they bitch run tuh me, uh I play wit that kitty like it was a fidget I make that bitch shudder wit cream I grip the pistol to make it official That none of these f*ck niggas fuckin wit me And I put that on bro Like if they want a problem with me Outta put a whole tag on they feet