Gmad$ - Chronic (feat. Manny Malls & Barry B)

(Yeah)
Once had a vision
That Everybody chillin
smokin on Put in Bay (Put in Bay)
Poppin all the bottles
Fuckin all the models
We doin shit everyday (day)
Chillin on vacation
Runnin all the nation
Yeah we gettin play (yeah we gettin play)
Puffin on the tree bro
Inhaling THC smoke
I feel might pass away
It’s time to wakeup
It’s time to bake up
Let’s get this party started
It’s time to stay up
You bitches basic
Rollin blunts to match
I be rollin blunts to face it
Roll up in the coupe smoked out a fuckin spaceship
Pullup on the hoes but these bitches fuckin wasted
Shots on shots on shots got these bitches fuckin drankin
Frankly I don’t give a fuck about what you be sayin
Lay it all on the line i lay it all on the track
Lay it down for the city bitch I’ll put us on the map
Quit it wit the cap
Lookin like you Lincoln way topped off wit the hat
Shoot yo top off wit the gat sounded like boom boom bap
Smoke another blunt spit a rap then take a fuckin nap
I’m catching z z on the beat cuz I’m easy wit the heat
And the people all around just keep sleepin on the Keed
Watchu need I got white I got green I got black I got lean
LSD and beans I’m tryna see
Flipping candy like it’s fuckin Halloween trick or treat
What the bitches need it’s G (that be me)
Baby
(Yah yah yah)
Once had a vision
That Everybody chillin
smokin on Put in Bay (Put in Bay)
Poppin all the bottles
Fuckin all the models
We doin shit everyday (day)
Chillin on vacation
Runnin all the nation
Yeah we gettin play (yeah we gettin play)
Puffin on the tree bro
Inhaling THC smoke
I feel might pass away
It’s time to wakeup
It’s time to bake up
Let’s get this party started
It’s time to stay up
Roll a wood just to face it
You know I’m steady racing
Cuz a nigga paper chasin
I can never be complacent
It’s my time and I ain’t waitin
Need that money need them payments
Stash in pounds up in the basement
Lil nigga what you sayin
Better be talkin right
Well pullup in the night
With a real big pipe
Leave you leakin
Yeah I might
Overhand
Like I’m mike
Gotta keep my money right
Gotta keep my circle tight
Yeah I love my bitches white
And if we hear you sending threats
We comin at you neck
Lost yo nigga now you next
So you better have a vest
Me and my niggas love to flex
Cuz we steady gettin checks
Blk we is the best
It is no contest
You can say we’re truly blessed
Yuh
You can say we’re truly blessed
Or you say we up next
I don’t care about y’all
I’m gettin paper like the press
Gettin paper like the press
What a mess
Got your bitch
Takin off her dress
Takin off her dress
Now you depressed
Cuz I’m up next
Yeah I’m better than the rest
Better than the rest
I ain’t see no competition
Now I’m comin for your necks
And I’ll leave ya fuckin spillin
Leave you fuckin spillin like a villain with no neck
Just like a butcher with the pig on deck
Yeah I got that glock bout to put it to your fitted
Yeah lil nigga boutta die
On Philly
One to your cap lil nigga like a fitted
Hit the bitch one time yeah I had to drill it
Can’t chase a hoe cuz a nigga got no feelings
Only care about stackin dough to the ceiling
Stack that dough
How it go
Gettin paper
Big bankroll

Written by:
Barris Coleman, Emmanuel Smalls, Grant Madigan

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