Chimes

( Never have i ever been this damn fucced up in my life!

bitch ass muhh fucka prolly slipped me wit some shit... I like this shit.)

 

(Verse 1)

 

Im the plug with the drugs that'll leave ya brain fried

What the fuck back up before i leave ya hang lined

 

Real niggas on the market and we throwin gang signs

Feds got us as a target ,cus trap stay jumpin like it got hang time

 

Ship a bitch , trick a bitch , slip a bitch all the way to Shang-Hai

Niggas wanna ball when they not even on

 

Until a nigga make a call and put one in his dome

If a nigga callin squad then when bustin at his home

 

These niggas not ready they gon confess it to the feds

Scared of the jail well its better than some lead

 

If he loud mouth nigga tryna sell where i tread

Send his daughter in the mail found him the same way dead

 

I have to flex about it nigga i dont even need it

Smell the loud when i play it back , call it Holiday Season

 

Im a heathen far from decent kill ya twice if i could

Murder season , trigger squeezin, like a real nigga should

 

( Hook )

Young nigga stackin grips then i go to re up

Sell the acid in some strips tellin Scottie beam me up

I ain never been a bitch , tell my niggas throw them Cs up

I ain forgot about you niggas , mayne throw them 3s up