Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song By Chance, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
By Chance |
| Shout out to Rae Sremmurd, Ear Drummers |
| You know what I mean man, killing it man still working it man |
| Yeah, this ain’t even my flow |
| And I’ma stick to it like Velcro |
| Swinging these elbows |
| The only strikes they got is shelltoes |
| Got them ho’s on the track like a railroad |
| Will you do a verse for the frisky? |
| Call Dutch my nigga, «Nigga hell no!» |
| Paying what it cost, I ain’t taking no losses nowadays |
| Looking like bosses nowadays, foreigns and offers nowadays |
| Peanut chicken sauce and saucing nowadays |
| Burial ground, rappers in coffins nowadays |
| A big crib in the outfield feelin' like Kenny Lofton nowadays |
| Look at how I done it Forest Gump shit when I run it |
| David Blaine with flow, turning nothing into something |
| Pockets super clumping, royal rumble thumpin' |
| Quiet but I shoot, call me Tim Duncan |
| Talking money play it, while I’m at a luncheon |
| Why you call my phone if you ain’t want nothing, bitch stop fronting |
| Know you’re something when I came down with the top off and the doors up with |
| my feet out |
| Gripping more grain than a treehouse |
| Tint was so dark I can’t see out |
| Who the greatest? |
| Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me! |
| Who did I leave out? |
| Nah nigga I’m on it, If you ain’t friend, you opponent |
| If you ain’t paid for that shit and this then your name you don’t own it |
| On the road like an almanac |
| Pressing buttons call me presidential living |
| All’s fair in love and war, I’ll send a missile right to a sinner |
| No we ain’t quite the same nigga, all the same nigga since the name nigga |
| You a lame nigga, they ain’t hang with ya' |
| You ain’t fucked ho’s till the fame nigga |
| I was game nigga to the mouthpiece |
| Put a dick right where her mouth be |
| I was doing it, doing it, doing it well |
| You a handout, outreach! |
| Sleeping on haters that couch flow |
| Social networking to make a million |
| Hating ain’t good for your blood pressure |
| All that salt and shit might up and kill ya' |
| Invisible set in that’s how I grill ya' |
| Smiling my way here to the bank |
| Escape the prison of the label |
| Counting all the paper while these niggas Shawshank |
| Krizzle! |