Chanel Bucket Hat

Lyrics

[Intro] Beat it up, don't give no— 'Nel bucket hat, she call me daddy, I—, yeah Bring the racks out (Know that) Yeah, I get used to—, like that, ayy Chanel bucket hat, she call me daddy, I blow her— (Trackhawk) Chanel bucket hat, she call me daddy, I blow her— (Mom, Lockdown in the studio again) (Baby Zino, you killin' it) Woah [Chorus] Chanel bucket hat, she call me daddy, I blow her back out We got all these guns and these drugs like a trap house Let me beat it up, don't give no fuck, bring the racks out Pussy, maybe don't crash out, get his ass stompеd out Ran up a lil' sack, I might come back in a Trackhawk If they it's up, then it's stuck, I won't back down Way you bе throwin' it back, I can't cap, make it clap 'bout Dick you down, turn you 'round, thuggin', make you tap out [Verse 1] Smoke exotic, know I'm solid, hardbody, been a real Told lil' shawty to hold it down, I turned my back, won't do it again (Woah) Twenty bands, new advance, diamonds dance, what you say? He can't get his bitch back, know where she at, come and get her Can't go back and forth with no nigga out here bustin' windows Nigga don't want no static, start that cappin', I bet I handle my business Thumbin' through hundreds, she gon' keep the twenties Brand new Cartier, my lenses, free my dawgs still in the pen' Just shed tears when I think of my granny Baby, stop playin', got bands in my pants Smokin' ain't nothin', I be countin' up cash Pullin' her hair, she be callin' me dad Told lil' shawty to get anything [Chorus] Chanel bucket hat, she call me daddy, I blow her back out We got all these guns and these drugs like a trap house Let me beat it up, don't give no fuck, bring the racks out Pussy, maybe don't crash out, get his ass stomped out [Verse 2] Pull up and air shit out like Curry Racks on me right now, don't worry Might make it rain, you can brag, don't care Ain't gon' trip, money everywhere Pull up in somethin', you know it's a new one I fuck with lil' shawty, she know how to do it Got bands on bands, I don't care what they say You know I ain't playin', I'm still for real Smokin' exotic, be thinkin' about it Whenever you call, I'ma be right there I'm with whatever, I don't care what you heard Buy you new bands and keep it a hundred Just bein' honest, you know how I'm comin' Still with the gang, ain't never gon' change Countin' up racks, I don't know how to act Long as you right there, everything okay [Chorus] Chanel bucket hat, she call me daddy, I blow her back out We got all these guns and these drugs like a trap house Let me beat it up, don't give no fuck, bring the racks out Pussy, maybe don't crash out, get his ass stomped out Ran up a lil' sack, I might come back in a Trackhawk If they it's up, then it's stuck, I won't back down Way you be throwin' it back, I can't cap, make it clap 'bout Dick you down, turn you 'round, thuggin', make you tap out [Outro] Come back in a Trackhawk I might come back in a Trackhawk Come back in a Trackhawk (Mom, Lockdown in the studio again) (Baby Zino, you killin' it)