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chad - isaiah rashad lyrics

[intro: isaiah rashad]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: isaiah rashad & ygtut]
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)

[verse 2: ygtut]
dirty n*gga got soul like enzymе
snuck two pounds on the inside (f*ck with it), ayy
trapping out the mapco (mapco), ayy
sеrving out the chevron (chevron)
little n*gga got caught with the heron
dog food and a word to my canines
heard a n*gga got popped with the a*rod (yeah)
running to the state line (yeah)

[verse 3: isaiah rashad]
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
[chorus: isaiah rashad]
if i wasn’t rapping, baby, i would still be ridin’ mercedes
my new whips look so related, my old b*tch was overrated
if you pop that pill, remember, n*ggas fold like huns and fifties
if you on that cup, remember, n*ggas fold like—

[verse 4: isaiah rashad]
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 sh*t, it’s on*on
hop in that drop, gotta kick in that box, put a cl!ck 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

[chorus: isaiah rashad]
if i wasn’t rapping, baby, i would still be ridin’ mercedes
my new whips look so related, my old b*tch was overrated
if you pop that pill, remember, n*ggas fold like huns and fifties
if you on that cup, remember, n*ggas fold like—
[interlude]
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, b*tch?
i’m not worried about that gun, b*tch, you will get blown—

- isaiah rashad lyrics

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