Lyrics Chevy - Retch

Chevy

Who got a Chevy?
Who got a Welly?
Just popped a yellow, shit got me deady
Bad lil thot, she was a wetty
Said she was ready, I was like «betty»
Hit from the back, piece up a telly
Ran up a pack, niggas was jelly
She on my sack, blowing my celly
Told her just text me, shawty too messy
Had on Givenchy the day that she met me
The pussy it’s wetty, it sound like spaghetti
Was all in her guts, had to nut on her belly
Deuce, Remy, combination, deadly
Bands is on me, fetti, Glizzy on him, ready
She wanna ride, pull up in the foreign like «hoe, get inside» (like «hoe,
get inside»)
Lil mama a slut, after I hit have her fuck with the guys (fuck with the bros)
Thotties, all in the stu, I been getting the vibe
Exotic, all in the air, we got runtz in the sky (we got runtz in the sky)
Payments, fronto, don’t do, blanco
Leader, Huncho, big dawg, Cabo
Christian Dior, I put Margiela on all of my hoes
All in Balenci when I hit the store
Swinging these doors man this shit was galore, hey
Drippin, Lambo the truck, whip it
We se a opp, get him, get on they block, spin em, hey
Drippin, Lambo the truck, whip it
We se a opp, get him, get on they block, spin em
(Hook)
Who got a Chevy?
Who got a Welly?
Just popped a yellow, shit got me deady
Bad lil thot, she was a wetty
Said she was ready, I was like «betty»
Hit from the back, piece up a telly
Ran up a pack, niggas was jelly
She on my sack, blowing my celly
Told her just text me, shawty too messy
Had on Givenchy the day that she met me
The pussy it’s wetty, it sound like spaghetti
Was all in her guts, had to nut on her belly
Deuce, Remy, combination, deadly
Bands is on me, fetti, Glizzy on him, ready
She wanted Chanel, I told that bitch «gotta open a Wells»
She told me she love me, if that’s the case let me drop on ya touchy
Juggin, Cartier frames, Woody
Niggas is soft, pudding
Heard he got robbed, booked in (thought he was good tryna flex)
Niggas be sets, baddy from?
, she givin' me neck
The pussy was flame, pussy was flame
She won’t do a buddy might right her a check (might right her a check)
Hey, I’m on the dice, my bitch takin' the bets
Since a lil kid I was bangin' the set, I get you killed just by sendin' a text
(just by sendin' a text)
Swervin, pull up, we jump out Suburbans
She see me on Insta, see me on Insta
Met me and said I look better in person
Niggas be police, I think that they workin'
She let it go, she got her a Birkin
Got in my Birkin and niggas was hurtin'
Watchin' my stories, these niggas be lurkin'
(Hook)
Who got a Chevy?
Who got a Welly?
Just popped a yellow, shit got me deady
Bad lil thot, she was a wetty
Said she was ready, I was like «betty»
Hit from the back, piece up a telly
Ran up a pack, niggas was jelly
She on my sack, blowing my celly
Told her just text me, shawty too messy
Had on Givenchy the day that she met me
The pussy it’s wetty, it sound like spaghetti
Was all in her guts, had to nut on her belly
Deuce, Remy, combination, deadly
Bands is on me, fetti, Glizzy on him, ready