Crash Rarri - Chariot (feat. AzChike)

If you don't feel me, then you'll feel me now, I'm like an edible
Talk crazy, get your Mr. Stretched like incredible
Drop it hit, I hit bad bitches by the several
I'm in your city for one night, bitch, clear schedule
And she said she on a period, I hope the head serious
Curiosity done killed the cat now I'm furious
Now I got blood splattered right where my Amiri is
Riding through your city with them horses like a chariot
We going bacc to bacc, racc to racc, US open
Them niggas talking about the tax, thats how you get it stolen
Your favorite rapper said I'm the one, I guess I'm really chosen
These niggas bragging off of likes, you just a better poser
These niggas barking with no bite, boy, I can see you molers
I bought a bitch a CLA, and turned her to a chauffeur
I'm going up, she going down, this shit a rollercoaster
I'm taking bitches to the pound town and then I ghost her
Yeah, yeah, I'm really him seven thousand on the fit, yeah, I'm really trim
Turn the diamonds on your pendant up, them bitches dim
These niggas all trying to be like me, they my fuccing sim
When you start balling out the gym
They start liccing limbs
This is million dollar nut baby,
Creme de la creme
So tell me how it tastes
Tryna put it in your face, not into your waist
If you don't feel me, then you feel me now, I'm like an edible
Talk crazy, get your Mr. Stretch, like incredible
Drop it, hit, I hit bad bitches by the several
I'm in your city for one night, bitch, clear schedule
And she said she on a period, I hope to head serious
Curiosity done killed the cat and now I'm furious
Now I got blood splattered right where my Amiri is
Riding through your city with them horses like a chariot
I just hit a thick bitch, that pussy Fiji water
Send my little crip bitch to come and key ya coffin
Bought a stripe from Walmart, you tryna hit the target
Hun, that brain crazy, but I can tell, bitch, you ain't the smartest
Merchant ran on your mans, then he got poked, hey
If we talking real niggas, you niggas not close
Choppa break a funny bone, but these is not jokes
Bullets hit the tire on his whip, feel like Pot holes
See, this Louis bag is only five in the country
Show me your pussy in ten racks if you really want me
I done popped the Percocet, it took a little honey
I knew I would really kill the pussy once it start to haunt me
All I know is when you was born to lose
I go to war with whoever, I don't pick and choose
My alarm clock was some head, I couldn't hit the snooze
I heard another opp drop, I had to hit my moves
If you don't feel me, then you feel me now, I'm like an edible
Talk crazy, get your Mr. Stretch, like incredible
Drop it, hit, I hit bad bitches by the several
I'm in your city for one night, bitch, clear schedule
And she said she on a period, I hope to head serious
Curiosity done killed the cat and now I'm furious
Now I got blood splattered right where my Amiri is
Riding through your city with them horses like a chariot

Written by:
Derick McCallum

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