Chrisco, Chrisco, yeah, Chrisco, Chrisco, Chrisco
Its A1 Ace nigga
I'm like damn, why this nigga trippin' on the beat
And I'm like, uh, yeah, uh
I'm like damn, sco be trippin' on the beats
I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, I'm tryna make a ten this week
I had to cut a bitch off cause she was f*ckin' with my piece
I don't know anesthesia, I could put a pussy right to sleep
I paid all cash, I ain't really f*ckin' with no lease
If a nigga feelin' froggy, man, that nigga better leap
I made my bitch mad, now she on the app deleting tweets
My weed loud as hell, I just spray Chanel so I don't reek
I know these niggas hatin', they don't really like me in my bag
I ain't thinkin' bout em, I be on some shit they never had
I'm like Lamar Jackson, I ain't really givin' out no passes
You said we smokin' on em, we done really turned some shit to ashes
I ain't even finna f*ck my pape up for no bad bitch
I'm peepin' out her stats, I'ma treat these bitches like she average
I keep the pape on me, that shit come straight to me like a magnet
300 for a zip, I'm still tryna debate if ima pass this
I had to switch it up cause I know niggas wanna take my flows
I ain't never finna take a break from pape just for the hoes
I can't relate, these niggas rollin' out the shake, I'm out the bow
Shit, I deserve to get a nigga ever catch me without my pole
Ain't nobody had to teach me to be real, that's how I'm molded
Shit, no wonder why my bitch say she anemic, she the coldest
I'm on a winter grind, tryna get a ten just like derozan
I been preachin' to em, that's why they gon' listen like I'm Moses
I had your bitch come up to HQ, I ain't finna go into debate, that's what the pape do
She give me head, every time we link, I'm really grateful
I told a bitch I love her, it was on the 1st of April
The way that I been ballin', I should play a game at Staples
They ain't movin' how they want, cause they ain't able
This ain't laser tag, all my glockies really comin' lasers
I'm with the manifesters, I ain't really thinkin' bout no haters
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Chrisco, Chrisco, yeah, Chrisco, Chrisco, Chrisco
Its A1 Ace nigga
I'm like damn, why this nigga trippin' on the beat
And I'm like, uh, yeah, uh
I'm like damn, sco be trippin' on the beats
I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, I'm tryna make a ten this week
I had to cut a bitch off cause she was f*ckin' with my piece
I don't know anesthesia, I could put a pussy right to sleep
I paid all cash, I ain't really f*ckin' with no lease
If a nigga feelin' froggy, man, that nigga better leap
I made my bitch mad, now she on the app deleting tweets
My weed loud as hell, I just spray Chanel so I don't reek
I know these niggas hatin', they don't really like me in my bag
I ain't thinkin' bout em, I be on some shit they never had
I'm like Lamar Jackson, I ain't really givin' out no passes
You said we smokin' on em, we done really turned some shit to ashes
I ain't even finna f*ck my pape up for no bad bitch
I'm peepin' out her stats, I'ma treat these bitches like she average
I keep the pape on me, that shit come straight to me like a magnet
300 for a zip, I'm still tryna debate if ima pass this
I had to switch it up cause I know niggas wanna take my flows
I ain't never finna take a break from pape just for the hoes
I can't relate, these niggas rollin' out the shake, I'm out the bow
Shit, I deserve to get a nigga ever catch me without my pole
Ain't nobody had to teach me to be real, that's how I'm molded
Shit, no wonder why my bitch say she anemic, she the coldest
I'm on a winter grind, tryna get a ten just like derozan
I been preachin' to em, that's why they gon' listen like I'm Moses
I had your bitch come up to HQ, I ain't finna go into debate, that's what the pape do
She give me head, every time we link, I'm really grateful
I told a bitch I love her, it was on the 1st of April
The way that I been ballin', I should play a game at Staples
They ain't movin' how they want, cause they ain't able
This ain't laser tag, all my glockies really comin' lasers
I'm with the manifesters, I ain't really thinkin' bout no haters
Its A1 Ace nigga
I'm like damn, why this nigga trippin' on the beat
And I'm like, uh, yeah, uh
I'm like damn, sco be trippin' on the beats
I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, I'm tryna make a ten this week
I had to cut a bitch off cause she was f*ckin' with my piece
I don't know anesthesia, I could put a pussy right to sleep
I paid all cash, I ain't really f*ckin' with no lease
If a nigga feelin' froggy, man, that nigga better leap
I made my bitch mad, now she on the app deleting tweets
My weed loud as hell, I just spray Chanel so I don't reek
I know these niggas hatin', they don't really like me in my bag
I ain't thinkin' bout em, I be on some shit they never had
I'm like Lamar Jackson, I ain't really givin' out no passes
You said we smokin' on em, we done really turned some shit to ashes
I ain't even finna f*ck my pape up for no bad bitch
I'm peepin' out her stats, I'ma treat these bitches like she average
I keep the pape on me, that shit come straight to me like a magnet
300 for a zip, I'm still tryna debate if ima pass this
I had to switch it up cause I know niggas wanna take my flows
I ain't never finna take a break from pape just for the hoes
I can't relate, these niggas rollin' out the shake, I'm out the bow
Shit, I deserve to get a nigga ever catch me without my pole
Ain't nobody had to teach me to be real, that's how I'm molded
Shit, no wonder why my bitch say she anemic, she the coldest
I'm on a winter grind, tryna get a ten just like derozan
I been preachin' to em, that's why they gon' listen like I'm Moses
I had your bitch come up to HQ, I ain't finna go into debate, that's what the pape do
She give me head, every time we link, I'm really grateful
I told a bitch I love her, it was on the 1st of April
The way that I been ballin', I should play a game at Staples
They ain't movin' how they want, cause they ain't able
This ain't laser tag, all my glockies really comin' lasers
I'm with the manifesters, I ain't really thinkin' bout no haters
Writer: aric woods
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