A$ton Matthews - CHAPO lyrics

rate me

ft. Vince Staples

(Intro)

Yeah

Young brick flair in motherfucker

You know what I’m saying my nigga?

(Chorus)

This just a day in the life

Let mine hang to the right

We brought dem things to the fight

Cold chills rang through the night

Run up, we bangin’ on sight

You keep the chains and your ice

We don’t do shit for the fame

Nigga we came for your life

Westside get it bracken

(Verse)

Loony gangsters on the rise

Got a pistol in my lap, got murder in my eyes

What’s the outcome, you’ll see when you come out front

Crowd jump, these regulators mount up

Them bodies count up

I found luck between a pound of the finest in Whitney Houston’s white dress

Her lipstick is a slight mess from the nose snow out the ice chest

Write verses coz they write checks

Which way I’ma roll the dice next

Who knows if my life next

This the sound of Purus and the Pyrex

Bundle up them dim sacks

Show your bitches where the pipe at

Rearrange it where her spine at, be right back

Slip where the dotted lines at, be careful where you sign that

Killers on the scene, leanin’ off the flow

Here to fuck your bitch and lettin’ everybody know

Spittin’ like you owe me some’

Never say I’m better than Pun but I’m the closest one, nigga

(Bridge)

Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body x 4

(Verse)

Real gangbanger, y’all stick to hip hop

Movin’ with the homies keep a forty over 6 shot

Rappers love to shit talk but that’s how you get Paced

The dollar, shells hot for boys tryna to be G

This big mama's house, we hidin’ money in the T.V.’s

My granny drove a caddy and my daddy was a TG

My mama told me : “Baby boy you talk too much”

But it don’t matter coz I’m always down for backin’ it up

I’m about that accurate, that Actavis is not in my cup

I’m on some active shit I don’t need nuthin’ slowin’ me up

As far as rappin’, shit, it ain’t a nigga showin’ me up

This shit is effortless, for lack of speakin’

Thinkin’ there’s some better shit to do with my time

Like make a million before the world end

And I put a baby up inside a pussy nigga girlfriend

If you ain’t a friend to me believe you is a enemy

No in-betweens I’m leaving niggas leakin’ what the curb be?