Lyrics 2 Player - Chezi, Larry June

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Product of the motherfuckin' g-a-m-e
In my city, no security, nigga, fuck do you mean?
You ain’t got to play this shit, you a bitch anyway
Sold it off moowops, weed, and yay
Bounced out so clean, bitch had to choose
Never really fixin' shit, but I packed the tool
When I pull out my .50, I act a fool
Sideways through the Point, Molly G, what it do?
And this plate bussdown, it got crabs and shit
If you ridin' dirty, don’t smoke in the whip
Don’t make you a bitch, nigga, that make you smart
Stay on your toes, dodge the narks
Real street nigga, you can tell by the lingo
Top down, pearl white, six, I’m on Pico
Used to live on enkos, paper like Kinkos
Three-thousand dollars for the Burberry peacoat
Stuntin' is the usual
Lil nigga, who is you?
Plottin' on a m-ball
But I need a few
Thirty motherfuckin' days
Tryna stacks these fuckin' leis
Chips, dip, basically you got to pay me
Choppa lined ‘em up, like the barber D. Rose
In a concierge, weed smoke on my clothes
You niggas fake, weird, I can’t fuck with bro
You niggas way too old to be this broke
It’s been a lot of interceptions, we gon' need a private jet
What’s next?
They got houses in the Hill, private chef
Eatin' good, told the bitch slide through for the neck
Like a jail call, bitch, I collect
Both cellphones ringin', and it’s all for a check
‘Bout to knock a teacher bitch, just to fuck her on the desk
If I text back quick, baby, you blessed
Sexy ass bitch, all she know is finesse, numbers
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
God damn
Sock it to me
In the ocean, on the equator, I’m hot as a sauna (Freeze)
Biggest shark in the water, call it Tommy Bahama
Twinkle-twinkle on my wrist, this shit cost me a dub
Dude was s’pposed to blow up, but I forgot he a dud (Chezi)
That was Texas with the blues, runnin' plays like I’m Zeke
When I bust vacuum seal, the whole kitchen was stinkin'
Play dumb, I listen twice as much as I speak
Came a long way from washin' dirty clothes in the sink
Get your money, make it rain, they gon' hate for no reason
Went and bought a Burberry coat with a hood for the season
Had to bust it day and day, go with Easy
I ain’t from the wood, but I’m chargin' fifteen a feature
I’m a different kind of nigga, I still sweat when it’s cold
I fuck with, all my letters is gold
I think I love this bitch, she hella thick with a bag
Damn, I almost got caught up, I had some hair on my pants
This paper got me focused, I don’t need to pop Adderalls
This a magazine, I’ll give you a catalog
Been around the world, pack talkin' my travel log
Even though some people changed up, I ain’t mad at all
Don’t talk reckless on my phone, it’s a elbow
I just hit the shop, said I’m lookin' for a elko
In the streets — Elmo, why you tell, bro?
I got stripes, but these off-whites, these ain’t shell-toes
The way these verses set up, it get biblical
Hit me like she want a second chance, yeah, that’s typical
She gon' have to bless with me some bands, ‘cause I’m spiritual
It ain’t conditional
Fuck the judge, he made some bullshit admissible
I’m a flight risk
Tried to pay the million-dollar bail, I don’t write shit
Chezi need a million-dollar deal, but this priceless
Told my white boy to check the mail, he said, «Righteous»
Freeze
Get over here!