Chemistry

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha, bitch Yeah, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright What I say? (Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?) [Chorus] She gon' fuck me and bro 'cause we both lit He ain't SBDSM then ​he don't shit Everywhere a nigga go, you know I tote blick And if I ain't in the booth, I'm in a cold bitch If I ain't in a cold bitch, I'm in a fast thang Gassed up, ain't gotta use no brakes, I'm in a fast lane Double blickies on me, popping out, I feel like Max Payne We got chemistry, your bitch gon' fuck me off the lab chain, ha-ha [Verse] I can't keep a bitch 'cause I'm rude and I'm stuck-up Nah, really, I can't keep a bitch 'cause I can't trust one Got hit in his shit thinking he tough, boy, that's some tough luck Told her bring her friend, it ain't no fun if it's just one slut It's a dirty game, I think thesе niggas tryna cheat yo baby Look at my DMs, a hunnid models tryna eat yo baby Widеbody Hellcat, I'm finna do the street so crazy The dirt road to success, I ain't need no pavement Got a .9 and a .30 tucked but it's ten o'clock Almost shot a fan, that nigga could've been a opp On the road reading writers, I ain't cooking in no pot Only thing I see is money when I'm looking at a clock I be rapping 'bout the road 'cause I'm on that bitch She don't suck no dick? Red flag, I'ma ho that bitch Why I tote a Glock? 'Cause if he reach, I'll fold his bitch Nicknamed my ho "Elsa" 'cause she the coldest bitch You only hate me 'cause you broke, did that occur to you? Aiming for his head, tryna make him a convertible If brodie pull the ski mask down, he gon' burgle you Morton Grove in a coffee cup, this some turtle juice She tryna fuck me 'cause I'm up, used to ho when I was poor When you was hopping off the bed, I was hopping off the porch Coffee tint Cartier's, bitch, I'm looking like a dork Green beam on every Glock, it's looking like I got the force I can't go nowhere without my Glock, it's just my way of life I done made a killing off the punches, feel like Dana White Lay a finger on my babies? You gon' have to pay the price She ain't tryna fuck my mans and she think she gon' stay the night? Ate me like a zombie, I guess that's what that añejo do From a city where if you got money, they gon' hate on you The KKK could lynch us both, bitch, I wouldn't hang with you (Ha-ha, yeah) [Chorus] She gon' fuck me and bro 'cause we both lit He ain't SBDSM, then ​he don't shit Everywhere a nigga go, you know I tote blick And if I ain't in the booth, I'm in a cold bitch If I ain't in a cold bitch, I'm in a fast thang Gassed up, ain't gotta use no brakes, I'm in a fast lane Double blickies on me, popping out, I feel like Max Payne We got chemistry, your bitch gon' fuck me off the lab chain, ha-ha [Outro] Yeah, real ShittyBoy shit and she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, dumbass Yeah, though