Lyrics: Charles Davis
Music: David Eyo/Akol Ongwech
(Yes, Jayco)
(Ooh, Fyso)
You know how the **** we rock, man
You know how the **** we rock, man
Come here (come here), uh
Fully automatic switch on the back, you know us
Died soon as I popped that door
He knew what it was soon as we rolled up (come here)
We jump out, chase n****s down, for sure, in front of a church, it'll go up
I just took over rap, and yesterday, I was just clappin', that shit so n**s
Long live Fred, my mama just got a bust down chain and your face on there
Bendin' the strip, them n****s ain't right there
Dip, they chill in the hood, it's so rare
N****s be b*****s, they frontin' they move
I don't get it, just be yourself, it's so rare
I got rich, now everybody wanna be opps or cousins
On Fred, I don't know them, uh
You roll that dice, you better not crap out, boy
I done seen that happen (come here)
"Chuckyy, how the **** you see that happen?" (Come here)
'Cause I was the one that hopped out, crap 'em
**** that n***a, I'm Chucky Wackem
These rap n****s thinkin' I'm Chuckyy the rapper
Go in the mall and I buy everything
I remember we was eatin' eggs with salad, uh
We lay shit down, no pallet
Hit it from the back, her ass start clappin'
Four hundred, spent it on Gucci sandals
Amiri jeans tight while I'm rockin' the Lanvin (come here)
**** a mask, we do shit on camera
Scratch off, behind the wheel, I'm handlin' (skrrt)
Thick b***h, I can't get rid of her
Hit it from the back while she countin' the cheddar up
I'm a dog, boy, I get aggressive
Me versus me, I don't see no competitors
Catch a opp down bad, we stretch 'em
Crappin' the face card, not a pedestrian
Talk about money, my pockets the fattest
Or talk about b*****s, my lil' hoe the sexiest, uh
Doin' don**s all in the lot, the slicks tryna chase
But they can't catch us (we gone)
Tried to **** on this one lil' bop
But the p***y ain't got no grip, can't catch it
Hit it from the back while I whisper in her ear, "Chuckyy next up"
B***h be cummin' in seconds, uh (you know that)
Chase a n***a down 'til he ain't got no oxygen
Shorty 'nem leavin' him breathless, uh
Flame up baseline, tryna go stake out
Eatin' the opps for breakfast, uh (there he go)
We can link up right now, get it on broad day
N***a, I ain't into that textin', uh (chase)
Bro like killin' in style, I gave him the Glock, I ball out with a Wesson, uh
And Chuckyy like walkin' shit down, the city or the 'burbs
N***a, this just a message (they know that)
**** n***a got hit in his shit, uh, **** all the opps, uh
Dude caught a headshot
The other dude caught a headshot
The other dude caught a headshot
Caught a headshot
Everybody caught a headshot
Grr, not that glah
Gettin' that grr, not that glah
We lay shit down, no pallet
Hit it from the back, her ass start clappin'
Four hundred, spent it on Gucci sandals
Amiri jeans tight while I'm rockin' the Lanvin
**** a mask, we do shit on camera
Scratch off, behind the wheel, I'm handlin'
Thick b***h, I can't get rid of her
Hit it from the back while she countin' the cheddar up
I'm a dog, boy, I get aggressive
Me versus me, I don't see no competitors
Catch a opp down bad, we stretch 'em
Crappin' the face card, not a pedestrian
Talk about money, my pockets the fattest
Or talk about b*****s, my lil' hoe the sexiest, uh
Doin' don**s all in the lot, the slicks tryna chase
But they can't catch us