Cheffin Up

Lyrics

[Intro] (Easy) Yeah They don't even know For real Free my bros Huh? Yeah [Chorus] I said, them hollow tips sizzle skin just like bacon, nigga (Brrt) I could say I'm cheffin' up way I'm bakin' niggas (What?) Better pray I get this money or I'm takin' niggas' (Give me) Run up in that bomboclaat like Jamaican niggas (What the bomboclaat?) [Verse 1] Five-seveN flip a motherfucker, I just press the trigger (Blaow) Yeah, I know he got a gun, mine's a little bigger (Huh?) Grandma dragged my ass to church, I still turned out a sinner (What the fuck?) Police dragged my ass to jail, I still turned out a winner (Let's go) Heart colder than thе winter, I can't love her, I just bеnd her (I can't) 'Cause she ain't love my ass back when them cold trays was for dinner (She ain't) Bet she would bounce so quick if all my pockets them got thinner (She would) So the only thing I give is what I'm puttin' in her Switchin' gears in the fast lane, speedin' up (Skrrt) Hundred fifty thou' in jewelry, got my opps teamin' up (Bling) Tell 'em try your luck, all my shooters got the meanest touch (Woah) Knock 'em down, stand over 'em, tell Scotty, "Beam 'em up" (Brrt) Mops gon' clean 'em up, I ain't gotta talk, they see me shinin' (They see me shinin') I just blew your stash on new diamonds (Yeah) All my niggas up, I ain't tryna talk, niggas stay hidin' I'ma get this bag and then find 'em Yeah [Chorus] Them hollow tips sizzle skin just like bacon, nigga I could say I'm cheffin' up way I'm bakin' niggas Better pray I get this money or I'm takin' niggas' Run up in that bomboclaat like Jamaican niggas Them hollow tips sizzle skin just like bacon, nigga I could say I'm cheffin' up way I'm bakin' niggas Better pray I get this money or I'm takin' niggas' Run up in that bomboclaat like Jamaican niggas [Verse 2] If you broke and you hatin', you a fan, you are not an opp Big bro up a milli', still hop out and shake a nigga block (Buh, buh, buh, buh) They know who got the city hot, they diss, then we fan it Switch go— put your homie on a panic (Brrt) Yeah, my money fast, but I whip my foreigns in slow motion (Skrrt, skrrt) Neck on sub-zero, my wrist glowing (Bling) Button on the back, one click, pipe blowin' (Grrt) Moisturize a nigga whole shit like lotion (Huh?) Gettin' money is my specialty (Specialty) Young, but I was old here in these streets, ain't talkin' Sesame (Sesame) Wasn't always lit, I had to go and find a recipe (Recipe) Had to cut some ties, it's only real ones standing next to me (Huh?) It's gang until the death of me [Chorus] Them hollow tips sizzle skin just like bacon, nigga I could say I'm cheffin' up way I'm bakin' niggas Better pray I get this money or I'm takin' niggas' Run up in that bomboclaat like Jamaican niggas [Outro] You know we across the board, right? Chess, not checkers Charlie B Da Crook We always cheffin' up