Cheifin

Hoo
3-60
412
What up
Ayy
We gonna do it like this
No pen no pad no iPhone
No none of that nigga
Let's get it
Ayy

Cinderella wanna sip the formula
She be tripping she ain't know I got her though
Ducati won't catch me on a scooter
Got my shorty coming through
And they ain't know she was shooter
Niggas got a problem cause I got in
Tried to slam the door shut
Before I could slide in
Ten and a half what I'ma do with a size 10
We can't do no business you want less than 10
No sports center when I say we just ESPN
Eyes seeing paper numbers never end
Moment niggas cross me when them feeling end
Never get a chance to get that close again
Fucked up with my ex but I can still hit it
Her new nigga gone have to deal with it
Luckily i don't wanna Netflix and chill with it
I just want me a stack so I can peal digits
Full Course meal no crumbs
Thank God I'm eating
Everybody got they purpose
And my son is one
Keep saying change gone come
I don't believe em
You'll be lurking around them serpents
Y'all niggas probably one
Bunch of fake niggas
That's why I never hung with em
Fake niggas each and everyone of em
Ducati won't catch me on a scooter
Got my Shorty coming through
And they ain't know she was a shooter
It look like I been chiefin
It look like I've been chiefin
It look like I've been chiefin
It look like I've been chiefin
Eyes low lower than a motherfucker
Pre-rolls got me higher than a motherfucker
Ducati won't catch me on a scooter
Got my Shorty coming through
And I know she was a shooter