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Chase Fetti
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Uh
Y'all know me
Top of the red, nigga
That beef ain't 'bout money, what's
The reasoning? (What's the reasoning?)
Well, I'm all over it like seasoning
Your shorty let me steal her (Uh-huh), I'm feeling like a thief in it
It's nothing like the feeling when the pieces hit
I did it with my Cleveland bitch (That's a fact)
Had a couple pieces taped to her calves
Sent her traveling through Dallas like
She play for the Mavs (Go get that)
I'm in the field, five days, I ain't taking a bath
A hundred yams, me and Head gon' break it in half (Three halves)
Look, that's what you call eating with fam'
You hearing static, call 'em up
Never speak on the 'Gram (Never do it)
Niggas don't put in no work but steady
Reaching they hand (Fuck outta here)
And when the feds raid, them same niggas
Speak on the stand, look (Fuckin' rat)
I ain't chatting, we knew the rules when we signed up
And Head short a couple months before that time up (Uh-huh)
Once I tightened my circle and stepped my grind up
I been feeling like that chicken 'bout to find us
Uh, nowhere to hide when your time up
Tighten up your circle, step your grind up
Uh, die behind the family over commas
Uh, trapping or they scam to get them dollars
Look, you got a plan, let me know it
Oh, you for the fam', nigga, show it
I always been the man but I'm growing (That's a fact)
Uh, soon as it touch my hands, I'ma throw it, nigga
Look, counting me out and some speak
Behind my back but (Fuck outta here)
They see me out and still reach to give me dap, look (Sucker)
Hit the nigga two times, he was wide open (Baow, baow, baow)
I give the fiends a handoff, they run it back, look (They run it back)
They say my dope was a terror, no pun in that (Haha)
If you shoot first, I know that you
Know that we gunning back (Know that)
This shit is fucked up, suckers be
Functioning with these rats (What happened?)
Oh, he ain't tell on you, so his boo?
What the fuck is that? Look (Fuckin' rat)
What happened to all the fucking integrity?
Niggas taking bags for celebrity (Uh-huh)
I'm eating off a tree now, I'm living off the land like a Cherokee
A nigga owe a dime, rock him, no Eric B
I'm sending up a piece to the God (Piece)
The beam heavenly, you ain't even see the garage (Skrrt)
You want smoke, we on go like leave it in drive
It's two of y'all but I'm strapped
So let's even the odds, nigga (Grrt)
Uh, nowhere to hide when your time up
Tighten up your circle, step your grind up
Uh, die behind the family over commas
Uh, trapping or they scam to get them dollars
Look, you got a plan, let me know it
Oh, you for the fam', nigga, show it
I always been the man but I'm growing
Uh, soon as it touch my hands, I'ma throw it, nigga