Chit Chat feat. DJ Drama

歌詞

Let's have a chit chat (Let's have a chit chat) Dramatic, nigga (D-D-Dramatic) Life ain't regular, the new 20-20 Hugh Hefner In the future like a Jetson, hover scooters like a Vespa Gotta guess, please attest, ask no questions I'ma hit it, I'ma kill it, R.I.P., laid out on stretcher Eat the vegetable, eco-friendly, might invest into a Tesla Let it register, shit get spooky, word to Smooky MarGielaa MarGielaa man, I ain't with that chit chat Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back Damn Run up on, I'ma give it right back Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can't afford that Got some boomin', in Margiela's, five racks plus tax Fake niggas always lookin', why they get they movin' like that? Ayy, skrrt off with your shorty in a beamer Say you lookin' for her, I ain't never seen her Came from duckin' felonies and misdemeanors Ain't wanna see us cappin', down in big arenas I'm big great, but I got an old demeanor They wrong though, 'cause you know I keep my nina Haters always hatin', get no money, they can't keep up Stay up out my business, you should go and get your green up MarGielaa man, I ain't with that chit chat Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back (Montana) Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back Damn (Haan) Eight row road chain, on body beamers South Bronx, Mona Lisa, anybody seen her Montana, man, whip it up before I get back Got a thing with me, wanna fuck? No chit chat (Haan) Two-hundred bands, AP, baguette, wrist wrap Yeah, taliban, rack top, niggas big cap Yeah, marchin' band, hundred rounds hangin' off the chopper 2020 done, yeah, I finna light an opp up (Haan) Word to them crabs on the island eatin' lobster (Woo) Straight to the back, she hold my dick like an Oscar (Ah) Wait 'til you see it from the photo (Photo) Shooter with me ridin' with a sawed off (Sawed off) I'll never do my dawg like Manolo Paparazzi pay a hunnid bands for the photo I was spinnin' block, blow the top off your coupe Might take a man, MarGielaa man what it do? MarGielaa man, I ain't with that chit chat Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back Damn Gangsta Grillz Too late (Too late) Took your bitch to Paris like Mason Martin T-ha-ha (Woo, woo, woo, set)