Lyrics

Credit card high, I don't hold cash These haters prayin' that a n***a will crash
 My flow is wavy, these rappers is trash Yeah, my drip is on splash
 The way how I'm turnt up All these bottles boiled up
 I'm the only one so wild Refuse to get caught up
 The way how I'm chillin', I swear You get goosebumps, I swear
 The way how I'm chillin', yeah You get goosebumps
 But don't get it twisted, this blicky is on me
 I'm chillin' with the toasty, you can't run up on me
 All this water on my neck, all the more on my wrist
 VVS is on this bitch, I swear They give you goosebumps
 I don't care if no one heard of me Boy, I'm comin'
 If it's meant to chase the bad guy Motherfucker, I'm runnin'
 If you're not in the business, your opinion is none of my business
 Being a hater is a sickness My hate on someone gifted
 You get yours on Christmas But for now, I'ma flex on your n****s like it's fitness
 Droppin' hits like it's nothin', they sayin' he never misses
 The way how I'm chillin', I'm low-key, but I'm turnt up
 I swear you catch a vibe, you jump, embrace those goosebumps
 The way how I'm chillin', I swear You get goosebumps
 I swear The way how I'm chillin', yeah
 You get goosebumps But don't get it twisted, this blicky is on me
 I'm chillin' with the toasty, you can't run up on me
 I got my guard up, I can't afford another bond with the wrong soul
 You get goosebumps But don't get it twisted, this blicky is on
 me I'm chillin' with the toasty, you can't run
 up on me
Written by: Michael Messiah Earl
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