chin check

Lyrics

[Intro - Acid Souljah] These rappers down bad, they make fools out of themselves Why you DM'ing my bro asking me to text you back? That shit hella wack, I don't wanna make a song You in a dickriding ass collective, on God You're making trap metal in 2023 Bitch, kill yourself, that could never be me Don't worry about what the fuck he be doin' It's DJ Smokey! Don't look the shadow people directly in the eyes Call the fire department, we just nuked the building [Chorus - Bruhmanegod] I feel so alive in this shit, yeah Chin check a muhfucka ridin' on my dick, yеah You ain't even got no hits, yeah Givе your mom a hug, she already got a whip, yeah Holy shit Make the fucking sacrifice Bitch I don't even smoke and I'm still higher than a satellite Alive While you still humiliate yourself on live (on live) On live (on live) [Verse - Christ Dillinger] Turn on the stove and hand me the scale Whatever you need, we got it for sale Sha-sha-shadow I [push?] that Camaro like a flying car Rappers asking for favors like I'm an A&R Whatever she need I'ma get it for her Mink drag on the floor when I'm wearin' that fur I'm driving that boy around like a chauffeur Your bitch come to my house and we start doing [?] So much rocks on my wrist that be lookin' absurd Hate Supreme, got that new YoungBoy shirt We got more guns than Skirt McGirt Money long as fuck, just off speaking words Triple stack an E, move like Fred Flintstone My bitch a hoe, she put in work Shadow Rich Gang just took your soul and you'll never get it back I got pussy stains on all my black shirts Reaching for my chain, end up in the dirt [Chorus - Bruhmanegod] I feel so alive in this shit, yeah Chin check a muhfucka ridin' on my dick, yeah You ain't even got no hits, yeah Give your mom a hug, she already got a whip, yeah Holy shit Make the fucking sacrifice Bitch I don't even smoke and I'm still higher than a satellite Alive While you still humiliate yourself on live (on live) On live (on live) [Verse - Acid Souljah] These rappers down bad, they make fools out of themselves Why you DM'ing my bro asking me to text you back? That shit hella wack, I don't wanna make a song You in a dickriding ass collective, on God You're making trap metal in 2023 Bitch, kill yourself, that could never be me I'll never make a trap metal song in my life If I do that shit stab me like a hundred million times with a fucking knife [Chorus - Bruhmanegod] I feel so alive in this shit, yeah Chin check a muhfucka ridin' on my dick, yeah You ain't even got no hits, yeah Give your mom a hug, she already got a whip, yeah Holy shit Make the fucking sacrifice Bitch I don't even smoke and I'm still higher than a satellite Alive While you still humiliate yourself on live (on live) On live (on live) [Outro] Shadow Wizard Money Gang[?] Smoking is bad for your health Especially when it's your own flesh you're smoking