Cheffin Up

(Easy)

Yeah

They don't even know

For real

Free my bros

Huh?

Yeah

I said, them hollow tips sizzle skin just like bacon, **** (Brrt)

I could say I'm cheffin' up way I'm bakin' **** (What?)

Better pray I get this money or I'm takin' ****' (Give me)

Run up in that bomboclaat like Jamaican **** (What the bomboclaat?)

Five-seveN flip a motherfucker, I just press the trigger (Blaow)

Yeah, I know he got a gun, mine's a little bigger (Huh?)

Grandma dragged my ass to church, I still turned out a sinner (What the fuck?)

Police dragged my ass to jail, I still turned out a winner (Let's go)

Heart colder than the winter, I can't love her, I just bend her (I can't)

'Cause she ain't love my ass back when them cold trays was for dinner (She ain't)

Bet she would bounce so quick if all my pockets them got thinner (She would)

So the only thing I give is what I'm puttin' in her

Switchin' gears in the fast lane, speedin' up (Skrrt)

Hundred fifty thou' in jewelry, got my opps teamin' up (Bling)

Tell 'em try your luck, all my shooters got the meanest touch (Woah)

Knock 'em down, stand over 'em, tell Scotty, "Beam 'em up" (Brrt)

Mops gon' clean 'em up, I ain't gotta talk, they see me shinin' (They see me shinin')

I just blew your stash on new diamonds (Yeah)

All my **** up, I ain't tryna talk, **** stay hidin'

I'ma get this bag and then find 'em

Yeah

Them hollow tips sizzle skin just like bacon, ****

I could say I'm cheffin' up way I'm bakin' ****

Better pray I get this money or I'm takin' ****'

Run up in that bomboclaat like Jamaican ****

Them hollow tips sizzle skin just like bacon, ****

I could say I'm cheffin' up way I'm bakin' ****

Better pray I get this money or I'm takin' ****'

Run up in that bomboclaat like Jamaican ****

If you broke and you hatin', you a fan, you are not an opp

Big bro up a milli', still hop out and shake a **** block (Buh, buh, buh, buh)

They know who got the city hot, they diss, then we fan it

Switch go— put your homie on a panic (Brrt)

Yeah, my money fast, but I whip my foreigns in slow motion (Skrrt, skrrt)

Neck on sub-zero, my wrist glowing (Bling)

Button on the back, one click, pipe blowin' (Grrt)

Moisturize a **** whole shit like lotion (Huh?)

Gettin' money is my specialty (Specialty)

Young, but I was old here in these streets, ain't talkin' Sesame (Sesame)

Wasn't always lit, I had to go and find a recipe (Recipe)

Had to cut some ties, it's only real ones standing next to me (Huh?)

It's gang until the death of me

Them hollow tips sizzle skin just like bacon, ****

I could say I'm cheffin' up way I'm bakin' ****

Better pray I get this money or I'm takin' ****'

Run up in that bomboclaat like Jamaican ****

You know we across the board, right?

Chess, not checkers

Charlie B

Da Crook

We always cheffin' up