CHETTA – HOLY:FUCK (OFFICIAL LYRIC VIDEO) Lyrics
Intro
I’m sick and tired of there motherfuckers you know what I’m sayin’?
Always talking ‘bout how they this and they that
You know what I’m sayin’?
But ain’t this shit- ain’t me though (Woah, woah, woah! )
Let’s go! (We’re sorry)
Verse 1
Bad lil bitch from the tropics
She wanna fuck
What the topic?
Just take it right off me
Im in off-white with narcotics
All in my pack with the robins
Be stepping so softly
Ima do me
Thats regardless
Dont give a fuck how you rock
Bitch you know how im coming
Im in the vip and still got it
Pound in the whip
Smell exotic
We smoking yall homies
Run up be catching that body
Pull up
The Glock like a rarri
Im skrting ‘em off me
Trapping my phone never silent
That hoe keep ringing and ringing
Ya bitch keep on calling
Just told lil p that im balling
He said you know that I got you
Ill kill if they talking
Just got some bricks
Ima wash it
Breaking it down like mufasa
I lie ‘em in coffins
Just copped me a pint
Of some wock
Im sleep walking
Lil woadie gone hop out
Police gotta chalk it
Keep popping these 30’s
And walking on water
Im off in new orleans
With killers and homies
Be thinking its sweet
And they biting the hardest
We folding ‘em up like a mac
Hit the target
Im rolling off molly
My jaw keep on locking
I know that you see me
But bitch keep it walking
We spinning ya block
Leave a opp
Stephen hawking
They lying
They talking
I hear it too often
I move how I want
But proceed me with caution
Go drag ‘em in creeks
Now we call that boy dawson
New feet on the whip
Yeah you know that im flossing
I just flew a bitch to get fucked
Down from austin
I need some more zaza
Dont care what it costing
It’s grey to the grave
So you know im exhausted
Interlude
“..Yeah you know I’m fucking tired
Of you bitch ass motherfuckers
Always acting like you need something
From me. Ya know what I’m saying…
Where the fuck was you ?”
Verse 2
Cool lil hoe get it popping
I’m in the field like a lineman
Be loaded no cocking
Louis v holding that rocket
All of that hate
You should stop it
Im grinding these options
Pussy keep coming correct
I’m at the front of they neck
One move and I’m gliding
Cooling kit came with the tec
Promise I’m splitting ya head
No aiming at bodies
Doing the dash in a vet
And I’m sliding
My woe scraping forgis
No tripping we riding
I’m doubling back
Ain’t no ducking no hiding
That kimber like walker
Im leaking ya noggin
A four of the quag
Got me dripping and drowning
I fully the Glock with the switch
Get from round it
Im passing ya block
With no mask and im bout it
He lit like a bounty
Still counting up homi’es
I know what im doing
I know how I got it
That f&n popping
So really no problems
I curve all my ex’s
And fuck on these models
Pull up in a tesla
We hydra-shok rocking
Lil ma get the extra
Ten thousand for shopping
A hundred some p’s
I know what im copping
Exotic my weed
Im smoking that proper
Whats up with ya hoe ?
I heard she a bopper
No lets get into it
Got scripts like a doctor
That chopper be beating ‘em up
Like a boxer
Feel like im bruce wayne
Im kicking and robbing
Ain’t saving no hoe
That shit ain’t a option
Been passing all-day
And I ain’t seen you out it
Smoke lift out the Audi
If you got a problem
These labels gone pay me
Or I get to wilding
It’s grey to the grave
So you know that I’m dying
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