paroles de chanson Chad (feat. YGTUT) - Isaiah Rashad
Yeah,
yeah
If
I
wasn′t
rapping,
baby
I
would
still
be
ridin'
Mercedes
My
new
whips
look
so
related
My
old
bitch
was
overrated
If
you
pop
that
pill,
remember
Niggas
fold
like
huns
and
fifties
If
you
on
that
cup,
remember
Niggas
fold
like-
When
I′m
working
the
Ave.,
it's
ash
and
fire
inside
the
whip
(for
real)
When
I'm
done,
I′ma
pass
around
the
cash,
go
buy
some
more
If
I
hit
the
lil′
gas
and
crash
and
die,
who
down
to
smoke?
When
I'm
working
the
Ave.,
it′s
ash
and
fire
inside
it
(ayy)
Dirty
nigga
got
soul
like
enzymе
Snuck
two
pounds
on
the
inside
(fuck
with
it),
ayy
Trapping
out
the
Mapco
(Mapco),
ayy
Sеrving
out
the
Chevron
(Chevron)
Little
nigga
got
caught
with
the
heron
Dog
food
and
a
word
to
my
canines
Heard
a
nigga
got
popped
with
the
A-Rod
(yeah)
Running
to
the
state
line
(yeah)
I
just
put
a
blades
on
a
bulletproof
Range
I
could
cripple
Liu
Kang,
it's
on-on
Via
that
drank,
I
ain′t
feeling
my
face
I
ain't
feeling
no
pain,
it′s
on-on
Baby,
come
down
Lemme
deal
with
that
stress
on
top
of
your
head,
yeah
Baby,
lay
down,
can
you
handle
that
high?
Can
you
handle
yourself?
It's
on-on
If
I
wasn't
rapping,
baby
I
would
still
be
ridin′
Mercedes
My
new
whips
look
so
related
My
old
bitch
was
overrated
If
you
pop
that
pill,
remember
Niggas
fold
like
huns
and
fifties
If
you
on
that
cup,
remember
Niggas
fold
like-
If
they
talking
about
cash
wassam,
I′m
down,
they
down,
let's
go
I
been
moving
my
stash
around
′cause
opps
is
watching
I
ain't
breaking
my
back,
I′m
lac,
I'm
lax,
wassam,
it′s
cool
I
been
moving
my
stash
around
'cause
opps
is
watching
Count
it
up
mane,
gotta
mount
it
up
man,
take
a
look
at
this
shit,
it's
on-on
Hop
in
that
drop,
gotta
kick
in
that
box,
put
a
click
on
that
a
stick,
it′s
on-on
Baby,
come
down,
lemme
deal
with
that
stress
on
top
of
your
head,
yeah
Baby,
lay
down,
can
you
handle
that
high?
Can
you
handle
yourself?
It′s
on-on
If
I
wasn't
rapping,
baby,
I
would
still
be
ridin′
Mercedes
If
I
wasn't
rapping,
baby,
I
would
still
be
ridin′
Mercedes
If
I
wasn't
rapping,
baby,
I
would
still
be
ridin′
Mercedes
If
I
wasn't
rapping,
baby
If
I
wasn't
rapping,
baby
I
would
still
be
ridin′
Mercedes
My
new
whips
look
so
related
My
old
bitch
was
overrated
If
you
pop
that
pill,
remember
Niggas
fold
like
huns
and
fifties
If
you
on
that
cup,
remember
Niggas
fold
like-
You
got
a
gun,
what
you
gon′
do?
What
you
gon'
do
with
it?
What
you
gon′
do
with
it?
What
you
gon'
do
with
it,
bitch?
I′m
not
worried
about
that
gun,
bitch,
you
will
get
blown
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