Chimney

Lyrics

[Intro] (R-R-Rossi going up) [Verse 1: Supawassi] If it's smoke, I'm like a chimney Glock 19 got a switchy I keep the Drac', but I ain't Drizzy I make birds fly like Tweety Wass, we live just like Jimmy Hundred round drum, my glizzy got titties [Verse 2: Burna Bandz] Hop out, get busy Big G-30, it knock out your kidneys You could try duck, but you might catch a wiggy Trap out of town, fly when I'm in the city XD makes you see stars like Disney That lil' ho coming right back like a frisbee I'm in the trap, overload on the digi' [Verse 3: Supawassi] Headshot, give that boy a Boosie I'm masked up in all black Coogi He tried to slide and he got Ricky'd I ran him down, my kicks Balenci' I can't see through these Carti's This sweater Dior, it ain't Armani This dog food ain't for a puppy We in the 'Woods like Jumanji [Verse 4: Burna Bandz] Can teach you the hype, could teach you how to bank 'Cause we brought a hundred rounds, hope you could match that Team no lackin', so you know I can't stash that I want my bag, racks stuffed in the backpack We lurkin' in a Ghost, you can't see me, it's matte black She buss it open, I ain't with the chat-chat Bitch, I been ballin' hard, where the stats at? Come to the trap and shop, bitch, I'ma tax that Bro, he gon' empty the clip like Mad Max I get so high, I don't know where I'ma land at 30 on me just so I make it back home Glock 23, VanVleet, get your man gone [Verse 5: Supawassi] She give me dumb brain just like a moron I can't pull up in it if it ain't foreign I can count the racks up while I'm snoring Glock 23, fly like Jordan Don't let me slam on you, Aaron Gordon These rappers funny, Martin Lawrence Face shot a boy if you kill us like gorgeous We do him on camera, watch the recording .223's sound like a explosion We strike niggas out like we bowling Glizzy take his top like it's common We want house traps, these trappers homeless I get you gone, no Hocus Pocus Switch on the glizzy, I don't got to focus She eat the dick like she choking They want smoke, it's crack, they smoking [Verse 6: Burna Bandz] We ballin' hard, yeah, no practice or coaching I'm at the pot, I got my wrist in motion I fucked the lil' ho, bet I leave her soakin' Sippin' on many, my daily doses You already know I got to keep my toaster Slide on your block just me and my chauffeur He in the trap, but he just a dojer Bro said he seen it but it's all a crossover