Chances

Lyrics

[Intro: Swishh] Uh, nah Head, turn around I'm not a rapper (EVRGRN with the heat, yeah) (Yosh made the track) But I still take these chances, yeah, ah! [Chorus: Swishh] I'm not a rapper but I'm taking these chances, yeah I spent four bands on these glasses, yeah I'm way too high, don't think I'm landing, ayy (Landing) I'm way too high, I'm outta the planet Head tap, we get 'em vanished D.O.A, that shit get graphic (D.O.A) And this XD, it came plastic, lah How you cross me? You ain't catholic, yeah (Catholic) So if I lift that bitch I blast it Cram him like Steve Francis [Verse 1: Swishh] He don't step, he get cold feet, yeah Knock off the top, knock off thе cuffie (Cuffie) And you can't hang, you ain't certi' (You ain't cеrti') My name not James, but baby, I'm worthy (I'm worthy) I stay wit' a stick like them blind folks He tried to diss the gang, now he a John Doe A hunnid bands right off this trap phone (Trap phone) Gotta watch them niggas or you get back door, ayy Agg man made some money off TD, ayy Walk up on a nigga, he won't see me, ayy Watch his head splat, now he on the T.V And this Glock hold 16 like a CC (Like a credit card) [Chorus: Swishh] I'm not a rapper but I'm taking these chances, yeah I spent four bands on these glasses, yeah I'm way too high, don't think I'm landing, ayy (Landing) I'm way too high, I'm outta the planet Head tap, we get 'em vanished D.O.A, that shit get graphic (D.O.A) And this XD, it came plastic How you cross me? You ain't catholic, yeah (Catholic) So if I lift that bitch I blast it Cram him like Steve Francis [Verse 2: J Neat] Ayy, ayy, ayy How you shooting wit' your eyes closed? Ayy, ayy, ayy In the trap, I make the nine go Ayy, ayy, ayy Send that nigga to where God knows Bitches out the condo I'm ballin' like I'm Lonzo They can't even drip like me 40 on my hip, wit' me Send 'em to the cemetery J Neat, who they wanna be You the student, let me teach Made like eight bands in the week We got drugs like pharmacy Like piano, play wit' keys Ayy, ayy, ayy In them trenches, where you can't go Ayy, ayy, ayy And my shooters on commando Ayy, ayy, ayy We got sticks, we got ammo Ayy, ayy, ayy Run up on me, get dismantled [Chorus: Swishh] I'm not a rapper but I'm taking these chances, yeah I spent four bands on these glasses, yeah I'm way too high, don't think I'm landing, ayy (Landing) I'm way too high, I'm outta the planet Head tap, we get 'em vanished D.O.A, that shit get graphic (D.O.A) And this XD, it came plastic How you cross me? You ain't catholic, yeah (Catholic) So if I lift that bitch I blast it Cram him like Steve Francis