Dame C-Note - Chess

Yuh
Fuck
Yea yea
Aye aye
New chain on my neck 40 clip make em lean it up
Got a drop on yo thot I pull up and I beat it up
These shots in this glock this bih hit like a meteor
All my niggas too hot niggas pop on the media
I got racks in that Bally shoebox off of servin that
Promise bae when I pop ima cop her a birkin bag
And I stay with that glock swear to God that I'm workin that
Get a drop leave a fuck nigga down where they surfin at
I came up out the bottom we ran round the jects
Watch the OG's learned how to finesse
Caught her top in the whip fell in love with her neck
Photocopy my drip boy don't slip you get wet
All I want is that guap I don't want nothing less
It's still free JC 3-0 lil Hood and the rest
Talking down on the set he get knocked off the board jus like chess
Bitch you gon die bout this check
My bitches bad fore she undress
My finger be itchin I'm tryna collect
And my folks they be tripping they think im a mess
I ride round in the city with sticks like a vet
Know lil C-Note reloaded I pop out and flex
Niggas hate but don't know me I tote on this tec
All this shade they be throwin that shit indirect
Nigga fuck you and yours thats with all disrespect
Hop in and floor it like im racin
I fuck off on your bitch no relations
Kamikaz you step we gon blaze it
Caught me high OG smell that's my fragrance
I been ridin all day servin patients
Shawty nah I can't wait ain't got patience
Shawty ride it all day she my favorite
Got that rod in my waist when I'm waving
Nigga stop all that cap niggas bitches they cryin like a baby
I ride out with gang we pull up bitch this shit an invasion
Bitch we eat shit wit them sticks like a Asian
I'm smoking exotic pour up til I'm wasted
Niggas down bad talkin down they the lamest
FreeMoneyWlrd don't leave home with no stainless
Thot thot pop out give me top til she brainless
College dropout mama say that I'm changing
Get a check and slide back in the cut
This way we ain't shaming no sluts
Lil bro he be bangin the cuz
I can't give a stranger my trust
Don't cross that line we send shots when he violate
Bro slide on that block with that chop and annihilate
They dying bout that guap and these bitches out nowadays
Extended my clip this my drip out here nowadays
New chain on my neck 40 clip make em lean it up
Got a drop on yo thot I pull up and I beat it up
These shots in this glock this bih hit like a meteor
All my niggas too hot niggas pop on the media
I got racks in that Bally shoebox off of servin that
Promise bae when I pop ima cop her a birkin bag
And I stay with that glock swear to God that I'm workin that
Get a drop leave a fuck nigga down where they surfin at
I came up out the bottom we ran round the jects
Watch the OG's learned how to finesse
Caught her top in the whip fell in love with her neck
Photocopy my drip boy don't slip you get wet
All I want is that guap I don't want nothing less
It's still free JC 3-0 lil Hood and the rest
Talking down on the set he get knocked off the board jus like chess
Bitch you gon die bout this check
Yea yea

Written by:
Damien Crowder

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