Lyrics Harambe - Chetta

Haven't seen no woadie handle business
Like a motherfucking soulja
Gotti, Alcapone, we are known when I'm on my zone
Gotti with a tone. uh
Stone to the bone with your main bitch
Sorry she nothing but a loner
Shoot em one time in the head, boy, I heard you a motherfucking donut

Sippin by the two, I am off the glue, feeling screwed
Dirty in the coupe
Who the fuck is you, let me introduce you to tool
On the cool they behaving like I give a hoo
I got four five bad married bitches at home
Feel like samases, bitch fucking leave me alone
Perfect time to me to get everytime that I'm up
Roading arround all day, roading round with the chrome (woah!?)

I wanna ride, riding arround looking for you
I wanna slide, slide arround looking for you
What the fuck you gonna do, baby hol up
Where the fuck you gonna go, baby hol up
How the fuck you gonna stop me, baby hol up
Lemme show you how I'm rocking, baby hol up, woah

Never switch sides, on my day ones
Homie tough I told you
Take it outside like drill
In he field, semi sosa
Feeling so alone, grab the money out the safer, then put it closer
Riding round your town, through your city and in a tank looking for you
Ammo by the two, clip big as you feeling rude
Dont get confused, we stick and move, switching moves
Change out the tune, gotti in the boof
Smoking gorilla glue by the zoo
I done came a long way moving sacks at the school
Pull up with the packs, dropping off car pools
What the fuck you want ain't never had to prove
Moving all day, just tryna get a view (woah?!)

I wanna ride, riding arround looking for you
I wanna slide, slide arround looking for you
What the fuck you gonna do, baby hol up
Where the fuck you gonna go, baby hol up
How the fuck you gonna stop me, baby hol up
Lemme show you how I'm rocking, baby hol up, woah