Chuuwee - Basquiat & Rocko lyrics
rate meI rush low, my eyes low
She flight, I’m Swato
Keep sheesh chips, …
My bank roll all night, ya’ll
Don’t chase after these tacos
Yeah, then get them ponchos
Showing out like a car show
Custom rimes by my décor
My G next, hi hoe, I don’t ever text back, I know
It’s amusing how your mind is blown
And that small skirt with your thigh show
She plays games like I go, hide those
And I’m threw with you and bitch, you would be, too
If you knew what this game would do to you
Them ain’t diamonds, them white stones
But this ain’t getting its shine on
That ain’t weed, these pinecones
But this ain’t getting his grind on
They know the kind of shit I’m on
Record deals with no typos
Hating niggas I sneeze on, they allergenic, hypo
Nikes, high bass, high beast, high base
I might eat, I might fast but I do what I feel, I’m like that
And them commentators don’t like that
Fuck you bitch, who the fuck is you?
And nigga you would say some shit like that, too
Just look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
I make thousands every show
I make thousands every month
I’m turnt up when I get drunk
I write verses every Monday
If you tell me what you need
I keep broken shit from fronting
I make thousands every first
I write verses every Monday
I be doing my thing, ain’t nothing new
Been in this shit 2002
Put it down for my crew, we go
We know what this game can do to you
I be doing my thing, ain’t nothing new
Been in this shit 2002
Put it down for my town, my crew
Still looking at all the bullshit I’ve been through
I feel close to rising, they blackmail like I’m close to cry
Like I post reply but I never do
Just keep grinding and go for miles, drive myself, I show for mine
You niggas ain’t known you supposed to grind
Last year I hit the whole coast with mine
This year I’mma turn coach with mine
From gangrene to bad teams, bad checks and bad dreams
To bad weed and hashish, bad bitch with ass cheeks
My best days was last week, turnt up like the control
My guap roll on, bank, I feel like Basquiat & Rocko
Flocko, most death, A side, rock flow, who is that? Want beef?
I turn that shit into pot roast, gazpacho, cold blooded
You lease, all nothing, you niggas know nothing
Always hoe fronting, grow something, roll something
Light something, smoke something
My party they growing up, me and my team go all for nothing
South side, north side, my niggas act like we born in the zoo
But keep it real, my nigga, you would, too
Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
I make thousands every show
I make thousands every month
I’m turnt up when I get drunk
I write verses every Monday
If you tell me what you need
I keep broken shit from fronting
I make thousands every first
I write verses every Monday
I be doing my thing, ain’t nothing new
Been in this shit 2002
Put it down for my crew, we go
We know what this game can do to you
I be doing my thing, ain’t nothing new
Been in this shit 2002
Put it down for my town, my crew
Still looking at all the bullshit I’ve been through
