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painting - chuckyy lyrics

[intro]
we put sh*t in paintings, n*ggas get cropped out, know what i’m sayin’? know what i’m sayin’? know what i’m sayin’? dumb*ass n*gga
you hear them bells, a motherf*cker get popped and left they ass
that’s how that sh*t be fadin’ out, i just know it
like, i ain’t never got popped, but i know motherf*ckers that be fadin’ in and out, 10 milli’ sh*lls burnin’ the f*ck out a n*gga (is that young3three?)

[verse]
if you ready to die, come tweak with the gang, gon’ throw your ass right in the paintin’
smokin’ dead opps, this sh*t hit hard, gervonta davis
uh, she talkin’ ’bout she want a fully, she don’t know chuckyy drive her crazy
uh, i cashed out on a new benz, but i got a scat pack, i’m a ’06 baby
uh, you know i’ma drive that crazy and the top speed on the jailbreak one*eighty
i’m only eighteen, up three hundred plus, that’s why these grown men hate me (f*ck on)
uh, i’m f*ckin’ new hoes, every day, a new rolls, that’s another reason they hate me (that’s nothin’)
uh, i don’t even be rockin’ the j, pop out fresh as f*ck, these hoes can’t take me (can’t take it)
uh, i remember all we knew was k!ll, pop out broad day, ski mask, we bake him (rrah*rrah*rrah*rrah)
that’s the same n*gga talk on the ‘net, now they facin’ him up, gotta give him a facial (he head)
uh, them 10 milli’ sh*lls hit hard, they bust sh*t open, his ass need staples (rrah*rrah*rrah*rrah)
uh, when i was fifteen, had a glock 23, leave his ass with a circle like bagels (phew, phew, phew, phew)
the opps always on the ‘net, we don’t never respond, tryna trick me, they need savior (need savior)
frr, switch let off, leave his ass wet like a pond, now his dumb ass on the pavement
n*ggas wanna be bloodbathh, n*ggas be skinny dippin’, they b*tch ass bathin’ (they bathin’)
uh, when we hit n*ggas’ block, it don’t look how it look on ig, sh*t be vacant (like where the f*ck they at?)
how i’m feelin’, ain’t really give a n*gga no passes, k!llin’ the strip b*tch naked (d*mn)
caught his ass tryna be low in the fishbowl whip, come here, where you goin’? bro, bake him (phew*phew*phew*phew)
i don’t know about the 9s, but i love the 10, them b*tches be real soul takers (grrah, boom)
every time i land in a different state, n*ggas know me, i’m oh so famous (what’s up?)
every time i slid, i ain’t never got shot at, n*gga, i’m the one doin’ the bangin’ (rrah, rrah)
these f*ck n*ggas actin’ like diddy, we ain’t playin’ like that, we put sh*t in a paintin’
[outro]
we put sh*t in a paintin’ for real, n*gga get cropped out, n*gga get boxed in, you know?
n*gga get boxed out, we do rebounds, we catch rebounds, n*gga, we
we do second chance points, all, everything, you know?
we comin’, ayy, ayy, you know? gang, know what i’m sayin’?

- chuckyy lyrics

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