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mad asf! - chuckyy lyrics

[intro]
in the raq, it feel like you die and you live, so we out here actin’ bad n*gga
poppin’ out with them gens, fat ass glizzy, nickel, chops n*gga
takin’ 12 on a chase, you only live once (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse]
told the b*tch i only want head, it’s a lot of n*ggas i want dead
n*ggas ain’t tough, n*ggas be feds
on that drill, only see red
for my brother, you know i’ma spray it
bl!cked up, better watch how you play it
tap his head, till i see red, 7.62 love how they sprayin’
i know a lot of n*ggas want me dead, so i always ride with my gen
dangerous, keep one up in the head
actin’ bad, all out through the seal
come outside, ‘fore we bake yo’ crib
.556, f*ck up his rib
chuckyy tweakin’, his ass gotta chill
i ain’t stoppin’, till i see some m’s
n*ggas really be b*tches for real
they ain’t standin’ on business for real
n*ggas scared, when it’s time to k!ll
n*ggas hidin’, when sh*t get for real
since a shorty, i been in the field
n*gga move wrong, get popped like a pill
straight a joints, foenem got wheel
put on a top, ‘fore yo ass get spilled
b*tch, you know we like glidin’ in traffic
bounce out, clap him, blowin’ a ratchet
love a b*tch that be mixin’ the fashion
n*ggas ain’t outside, n*ggas be bappin’
shuttin’ n*ggas down, they know what’s crackin’
foenem actin’ bad in traffic
like my b*tches thick and ratchet
get the back in, then i stack in
on the glizzy, a couple attachments
walk down, a n*gga block, you ain’t never sent a shot
suckin’ d*ck, this b*tch a bop
on foenem, this off the top
slidin’ as soon we get the drop
tryna pop a n*gga top
b*tch, we sip exotic pop
and we tote exotic glocks
we the ones who call the shots
we be f*ckin’ all the thots
we the ones, who beat that block
stand over, blood on my socks
switch, tear his ass apart
head tap, make his body lock
smoke his ass, now he some za
do the dash, like f*ck a cop
i ain’t never tossin’ no g*lock
pants tight, gotta tuck my glock
30 in me, you know how i rock
[?] tick*tock
40 yerk, i don’t want no bar
get up close, put his ass in the pot
now i’m fresh, from the head to the sock
i’ma demon, just like my pops
in the pop, it’s 4 of the wock
n*ggas hate, they ass just watch
back to back, you know i’ma drop
in the back of the car, with a chop
in the stick, it’s unlimited shots
like debo, b*tch, i’m on the block
tell ’em go, my shorty gon’ toss
[outro]
shorty gon’ toss, dumbass (fah, fah, fah)

- chuckyy lyrics

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