Chandler. - Fuck That (feat. LilReed)

Fuck that, roll with my guys
Come back, come get it if you want, uh
You don't want the smoke
You don't want the spill
Snakes in the grass, actin' like they real
Aye fuck that, fill up the pot
Aye come back, get if you want, said
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, I roll with my guys, said

Roll it up, roll it up, roll up with the Swishers
Or pull up with a squad we ready to fuck up bitches
Stitches, like Mendez, bleed until you can't breathe
Fatal like the fields aye tell me where are we landing

Call it Royal Rumble I'm the last man standing
Straight outta Lansing you can bet I'll never miss again
Magic with the pass Wolverine just like Michigan
She said she wanna hang some head is her fucking ticket in

Bickering, fighting, titanium Phiten like fucking necklaces
Headdresses, the Indians called, they want to bargain
Shit I'm so cold just pass me a cardigan
Imaginary Backyardigans y'all don't want no part in this
Y'all so fucking goofy, I'm Pluto swear I'm a dog in this
Venus and Earth we twinning here
Can't you see that we winning here
Chandler and Reed forever the legacy just beginning here
Serve it up on a platter hey bitches come look the dinner's here

Imma serve it on a platter
Cooking dope like its batter
Dark nigga like matter
Shatter when I smoke it
Pull up in a ghost splatter niggas that's my token
Pull up with a mac 11
I catch 'em lacking attacking these pussy niggas I'm doggin' them like a Bassett
Passive is how you acting
Active is how I'm passing you
4th quarter coming you gassed and I swear I'm lapping you
Laughing at all these niggas, they actors and wanna switch up

Lick up, split the wrap and roll the blunt
We do it so fye you'll think someone's controlling us
Ghosting bitches I swear that I'm spilling polterguts
The way they hate my foreign shit it's like their Ann Coulter fuck
Man, I'm irrational, my Park is National hot dog we killing it
Souls thrown oblivious, all cold we numb in this
Forrest Gumpin' we dumb in this, bitches don't wanna come for this heat
I swear that they under us

Fuck that, roll with my guys
Come back, come get it if you want, uh
You don't want the smoke
You don't want the spill
Snakes in the grass, actin' like they real
Fuck that, fill up the pot
Come back, get if you want, said
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, I roll with my guys

Written by:
Chandler Smith, Josh Reed

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