Chapel Hill Heists

Lyrics

[Intro] They think in a game 7, you're not gonna get fucking eighteen points They don't think you're gonna get eight rebounds These guys don't know shit about me What the fuck do they do? Doesn't that make you wanna fucking kill them? Doesn't that make you wanna say "Fuck you for doubting me"? [Verse] Uh I got thirty-eight Percs in my pocket, I need to stop it Rocks in my socks, cops like, "This is not you in this wallet' Molly rock, molly rock make a college hottie body rock Gon' get the best top of her twenties tonight, man, yeah Meet me at the house on Hickory road top Just bounce if you try fucking me over, I got niggas watching the roads Tape across the mouths of your tiny little soldiers Niggas think that's snow, no, that's coke built up I built this shit brick by brick, floor built up Man, 7.62 bullets are like middle fingers Bitch, I'm shooting Birds These niggas know I'm King of the Hill Dammit, Bobby, what's the word? This bitch think I'm king of the pills Runnin' plays like John Madden Fake family, a station wagon goin' state to state Here to Staten Look at that shit, son, that's the Grand Canyon I'm a damn bandit Can't keep no companion Some nights I breach mansions Kick my feet up, really rap it One time a nigga was home I had to, MMMbop him like a damn Hanson Nigga, flip the switch I'm in that bitch waitin' like Chris Hansen Oh, arms crossed but look at this appointment Like nigga, who mad son? Crossed a lot like AND1 'til my mans with the van come Do what you will with the fam' 'Cause we do not take no ransoms [Outro] My bitch thicker than yours My guns bigger than yours Nigga, my goons bigger than yours I talk better than you I hustle better I think of the dollar quicker than you I talk better, I walk better My shoes fit me better I get paid more than you