Nothing Basic
Yeah nothing basic
Catch me in some bape going ape shit
I got enough wrinkle money for your face lift
Chaos off this earth and we speeding in a spaceship
Yeah fly nigga off a downer that's a kamikaze
Shorty off a downer now she trynna top me
Counting dead people that's a different hobby
Party in the room, moshpits in the lobby
Ice in my cup, ice in my ear
If your bitch a little baddie ima interfere
Ima stray dog bitch i could smell the fear
Lift your soul up, it's something in the air
See through these niggas cause they transparent
Bitch nigga with a kid, he a trans parent
I gotta suicidal shorty in a Mclaren
Step out with the steez people stop & starring
Snatch your bitch like a bad kid yeah it's my turn
Hot headed nigga if i speak then my tongue burn
I only talk money like i'm stubborn
See chaos in the hood don't be concerned
Since i'm hot now she pull up in a sun dress
Got to tell the truth ain't shit to confess
Brodie pushing weight like a bench press
Giving pipe like a king to your princess
Hold on bitch i gotta say something
Hit it from the back she used to stay fronting
Yeah hold on i gotta say something
She your everything i treat her like she nothing
Cash four RM Chaos
Catch me in some bape going ape shit
I got enough wrinkle money for your face lift
Chaos off this earth and we speeding in a spaceship
Yeah fly nigga off a downer that's a kamikaze
Shorty off a downer now she trynna top me
Counting dead people that's a different hobby
Party in the room, moshpits in the lobby
Ice in my cup, ice in my ear
If your bitch a little baddie ima interfere
Ima stray dog bitch i could smell the fear
Lift your soul up, it's something in the air
See through these niggas cause they transparent
Bitch nigga with a kid, he a trans parent
I gotta suicidal shorty in a Mclaren
Step out with the steez people stop & starring
Snatch your bitch like a bad kid yeah it's my turn
Hot headed nigga if i speak then my tongue burn
I only talk money like i'm stubborn
See chaos in the hood don't be concerned
Since i'm hot now she pull up in a sun dress
Got to tell the truth ain't shit to confess
Brodie pushing weight like a bench press
Giving pipe like a king to your princess
Hold on bitch i gotta say something
Hit it from the back she used to stay fronting
Yeah hold on i gotta say something
She your everything i treat her like she nothing
Cash four RM Chaos
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Writer(s): Andre Currence
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