Chuck (Feat. Chevy Woods, Neako)

Big house, four whips, hella tattoos Smoke good and your bitch think I’m bad news Bout to go nuts nigga, cashews Promoter asked me if I’m booked I say I’m past due Maserati look mean and it’s fast too Cinderella bout to get that bitch some glass shoes Niggas acting mushy like cat food Niggas acting pussy like cats do Get a little money nigga, that's cool But put your niggas on, then you really that dude Smoking two Ls, living large See my watch and wanna know how much it really cost AP that’s an Audemars Agents calling, bitch I’m balling like I’m Stoudemire Store running out of papers cause I bought em all Niggas claiming that they Taylors but they not at all Not far from the tree thats where the apple fall Say the wrong words, guys knock your apple off No sweetener straight apple sauce Doing movie roles, rapper slash actor dog I’m not a star, somebody lied I’m rolling weed up in my car And getting high If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix Butt-ass naked covered in all bad bitches Verse 2: Chevy Woods Chevy I’m praying for you niggas I put that on my Rosary Flash like diamonds, tell me what you tryna see Us high beams, this just a pinky though Washing machine work, I keep a couple loads Foreign bitch, she don’t even talk She just drop the money off and got a sexy walk 365, no days off Shit I’m the reason they say hard work pays off Twenty-eight to fifty-six is what I learn first Parks Bonifay, you see just how that work surf Oh I’m some big shit, Notorious Get you some gunplay basterd inglourious I got the top chopped off riding Ichobad Head riding shotgun, oh that's your broad Bright lights, dead Charley Ignorant white, Bill O'Reilly Verse 3: Neako I’m kinda high They looking for me, I was probably in the sky I’m always fried when I hop in that double S I can be there in a minute Pepsi blue, I’m the ice cube riding in it Lightly tinted, I be ghost Blowing smoke, calling them bitches up Dick em down when I pick em up Never keep em close Hit em and then I switch em up Audemars bruh, Wizzles riding in Pick up trucks Riding puff bus, tough luck you dumb fucks Never came up, while we riding on planes bruh Yeah we counting hundreds A lot of hundreds, these niggas know that we run it We never blunted Smoking them raws cause we raw Never flaw, fly as you ever saw Real life we riding real cars Hustle hard for muscle cars Fuck the best broads Blowing O’s at all cost Natural born stars, what they saying, yeah Outro: Wiz Khalifa Taylor Gang Or Die Wizzle