Chi Chi
You want to play rough
Ok, say hello to my little friend
Yo, why is Dylan spazzing the start
Cuz' them fuck niggas taking stabs in the dark
But we don't take what's said from the faggots to heart
Cuz' the gas getting sparked and we passing the cart
Pour me another drink while I'm puking in the sink
Smoke up this weed while my girl on her knees
I'm a killer in the night and a priest when I'm seen
Back to back hits yeah you know it's RickyG
They say I paint houses and I'm stomping on your spouses
I'm a predator pouncing and I'll spill you like a fountain
Ain't nobody leave walking and they learn about that talking
fuck with me and I'll help you pick out a new coffin
I'm on G prince and I hope you get the hint
The killers around me man they don't leave no prints
They shooting up heroin I'm hitting from the back pulling hair again
I'm fucking sick and tired of comparisons
Bitches on my line pressin' decline rolled up three times
Call me new B line brodie' like some felines
Giving them the peace sign
Fold them like a creased line
Islander living on the east side
Feel me baby when I press rewind
Didn't wanna' hurt you I just wanted to be behind
Be great
For me and your priest's sake
Till' then we some Loraxes passing the trees wait
Scratch that shit
Bout' to flip the script
Fill you with that knowledge and this fire shit
Fire shit
Record label signing shit phone calls declining
it man fuck a hoe call her Simba why
But you just a lyin' bitch pass me my weed when
I fry this bitch (Yeah)
Popping shells like a husk smoking gas like it's brush (Yeah)
My pack the loudest ain't keeping it hush
Got the cone and the Dutch chillin' by the clutch
Vibing' to this fire Kush
(Ayy)
Yayo like it's baking soda
Making 40 times your quota
Plug walk like baby Yoda
Gotta' switch the flow now hold up (Yeah)
Breathing fire I'm spitting molten
The balance I'm super soaking
They hating cuz YC goating'
Writing scripts like matrix coding
Same time I'm out here floating the waves
On top the ocean in the lab I'm making potions
Improving on every notion
That greatness is put in motion
Leave it open fuck a closing
Closing these doors like a motor home
Always on the move I don't stay long
Homicide I don't ever go outside
I feel around while up In inside
Hitman wear a suit and tie
Homies they my ride or die
I pull up I ain't ever lie
And pull these hands out crucified
Pulling hits Jason Statham
Making bank Patrick Bateman
Stuttering can't tell what I'm saying
My chi chi while I'm meditating
Chi Chi
Chi Chi get the Yayo
Ok, say hello to my little friend
Yo, why is Dylan spazzing the start
Cuz' them fuck niggas taking stabs in the dark
But we don't take what's said from the faggots to heart
Cuz' the gas getting sparked and we passing the cart
Pour me another drink while I'm puking in the sink
Smoke up this weed while my girl on her knees
I'm a killer in the night and a priest when I'm seen
Back to back hits yeah you know it's RickyG
They say I paint houses and I'm stomping on your spouses
I'm a predator pouncing and I'll spill you like a fountain
Ain't nobody leave walking and they learn about that talking
fuck with me and I'll help you pick out a new coffin
I'm on G prince and I hope you get the hint
The killers around me man they don't leave no prints
They shooting up heroin I'm hitting from the back pulling hair again
I'm fucking sick and tired of comparisons
Bitches on my line pressin' decline rolled up three times
Call me new B line brodie' like some felines
Giving them the peace sign
Fold them like a creased line
Islander living on the east side
Feel me baby when I press rewind
Didn't wanna' hurt you I just wanted to be behind
Be great
For me and your priest's sake
Till' then we some Loraxes passing the trees wait
Scratch that shit
Bout' to flip the script
Fill you with that knowledge and this fire shit
Fire shit
Record label signing shit phone calls declining
it man fuck a hoe call her Simba why
But you just a lyin' bitch pass me my weed when
I fry this bitch (Yeah)
Popping shells like a husk smoking gas like it's brush (Yeah)
My pack the loudest ain't keeping it hush
Got the cone and the Dutch chillin' by the clutch
Vibing' to this fire Kush
(Ayy)
Yayo like it's baking soda
Making 40 times your quota
Plug walk like baby Yoda
Gotta' switch the flow now hold up (Yeah)
Breathing fire I'm spitting molten
The balance I'm super soaking
They hating cuz YC goating'
Writing scripts like matrix coding
Same time I'm out here floating the waves
On top the ocean in the lab I'm making potions
Improving on every notion
That greatness is put in motion
Leave it open fuck a closing
Closing these doors like a motor home
Always on the move I don't stay long
Homicide I don't ever go outside
I feel around while up In inside
Hitman wear a suit and tie
Homies they my ride or die
I pull up I ain't ever lie
And pull these hands out crucified
Pulling hits Jason Statham
Making bank Patrick Bateman
Stuttering can't tell what I'm saying
My chi chi while I'm meditating
Chi Chi
Chi Chi get the Yayo
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Writer(s): Christopher Paquette
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