Songtexte Chanel - Lil Sace

Hit another CC, I ain't talkin' bout Chanel
Opps wanna see me, pull up on me, give em hell

If you snake your mans when he down, you ain't real
You ain't sippin, you just new to this, you ain't pop no seals
Know exactly where my shooter is, he pop out with that steel
Brand new Glock with a coolin' kit, them bullets you gon' feel

Niggas fake, niggas hoes, yeah, I swear they get exposed
If you pull up in a beater ass whip, I pull up in a Rolls
If the opps see me, you know they dip these niggas bunch of hoes
I can't slow down, I can't stop, you know Lil Sace stay on go

I know niggas who sold they soul, but it ain't work, go buy it back
I can't believe this shit I seen, you know that shit is really whack
I'm on this block playin' cat and mouse these niggas gon' get whacked
And I heard your last song, lil' nigga, that shit was whack

Told em I was gon' be rich, they ain't believe me, keep it a stack
I'll be with them killer scammers, robbers sittin' in the trap
Heard your mans got locked up, he turned to Gunna, he gon' rat
It's either you or me, me or you, who's totin' on that strap

Hit another CC, I ain't talkin' bout Chanel
Opps wanna see me, pull up on me, give em hell
Hit another CC, I ain't talkin' bout Chanel
Opps wanna see me, pull up on me, give em hell

Me and Bronem clockin' in, we goin' for the kill
Found him on this block and shit, we feel like Navy SEALs
That's your mans, but at the same time, he snake you for a pill
He gon' snake you in that courtroom, he snake you for a appeal

Now you lookin' at him, you lookin' at us
I'm the same reason you still got touched
Remember them days, I was catchin' a bus
Catch a opp talk down, so what
I'm up in Cali and I'm smokin' on runtz
He think he hot, put him out like a blunt
Nick Cannon, them bullets gon' drum
No youngboy, them bullets gon' dump

We the main reason your homie got slumped
Why the fuck you think I got a stunt
Didn't I tell you to keep your gun?
Saw that boy, he started to run

Run, run, run, he gon' keep on runnin
Shoot, shoot, shoot, them shooters keep dumpin
Boom, boom, boom, turn him into a mummy
Do, do, do, do, them bullets get sunny

Bullets, they shoot, ayy, ayy Bullets get hot, ayy, ayy
Niggas, they lose, ayy, ayy Once I bring the glock, ayy, ayy
Niggas act like they punchmade, Niggas ain't really punchmade
Bronem pull up with a AK, Bullets they rip your whole face

Hit another CC, I ain't talkin' bout Chanel
Opps wanna see me, pull up on me, give em hell
Hit another CC, I ain't talkin' bout Chanel
Opps wanna see me, pull up on me, give em hell

You ain't swipin' shit, nah, you can't swipe for real
Actin' like this is you, nah, this ain't you for real
Ten bands be my outfit, just alone like for real
Many men, they be plottin' on me like 50 cent for real

Nigga couldn't buy his mama house, he bought himself a grill
I be swipin' all that YSL, swipin' that Chanel
From the H-Town, where my niggas say trill
Swear to opps, they so silly, man, we gon' give em hell