Reservoir Dogs

Lyrics

[Intro: Chillinit] - three, four Whoo, ah man like fuck this, you know what fucking time it is in this bitch Give me my suit and tie shit, roll me a swisher in this mothafucka' High like a mothafucka' Fly like a mothafucka' Shy like a mothfucka' [Verse 1: Chillinit] Wow, this the paper chase Mal, with the baby face Cause gal want wake and bake Vows when I take on dates Kanye got the heartbreaks, I'm on the eight oh eights And now maybe we should head down to your baby's place And momma kick it by the crib Fuck you with your mouth closed, please don't wake your kid Cause I could make manoeuvres in this Uber whеn I skid (Skrr) Hit the legs, jump the fеnce, that's Khabib like - check I speak serial codes that be my lucky charm Louis store mixed with the Dior that's on the underarms Twenty grand on my whores, I call that upper-class When I'm breaking this fast she call me Ramadan Booty rocking everywhere I call her Bubba Sparxxx Dropping Cali Packs in the crib and pay the double charge Flied in overseas, my homies hustled hard Now I'm bout to fly overseas, came up on hustle hard Now I'm bout to fly overseas, came up on hustle hard Wow this the paper chase, Mal with the baby face [Verse 2: Miko Mal] Used to run them (B dubs)? Now I'm beat up, me bub Bar wreckers, double two (?) Straight to hell, if they want clash, throw the piece up Flower power making gally mhmmm, she wanna eat up The doors creaking, (?) Me and Chill, look at this (?) Run the ball, laying low (?) Trampoline, bouncing Arabian nights, take a flight Going left but make a right, do bad but make it right Four twenty fam, six- six (?) Every time we sip or not these gally say we got the vibe They say I got the vibe, me and chill- what they like All this blasphemy to (?), and rock a guy (?) Jack bottle, rapper now *spits* ,loogie [Verse 3: Chillinit] This bitch bad boujee, make her Vert like Uzi With this skirt and the booty, looking shnack like Scooby With this pack Now this boy got the doobie in the dacks Now this boy making movies on the map like I'm Spielberg Real girl, yeah it's four twenty with the six, six Gold chains rocking like we Slick Rick Fitty on this dick wrist Carti with the Cartier drip- drip C'mon party with the lit kids, pop a bottle [Verse 4: Miko Mal] Champagne goggles, sway and wobble (?), like the twelve Apostles Bro is dripping heavy, designer got shipped already Hunnid K, one band, double crossings like we praising Fetty Talk spicy with Chilly (?), like Serengeti Taking flights, stop and searched by seccys Radar pinging () (?) Look what we done with words Buddha flavour, Bundabergs She say she ain't run a Turk A soldier but she (?) Double six I'm with the pack, with the pack we run the herd I'm (?), with the jeweller- get some custom work Meriton manager want to talk to the damager We ain't amateurs, work around the parameters Uncouth, Versace shades- soundproof Jump (?), get it popping then we (?) In a sky in a plane, bro thinking we bout to die After everything we made it out alive Survival of the fit, only the strong survive We're hustlers, what we want we buy Survival of the fit, only the strong survive We're hustlers, what we want we buy