[Intro]
Hol' up, wait
Hol' up, wait
Real nigga alert, real nigga alert
Real bitch alert, real bitch alert
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, hoe
Bounce, bounce, hol' up
[Verse 1]
Ayy, five in the morning, gettin' to it
Yeah, I'm back home, loved one, this shit stupid
Vance on the floor, still everything Gucci
Bands on the floor, I need 'em all smack shooting
Whole lotta gang shit, that's who I hang with
H-Crowns coming, yeah, tuck your chain quick
My daughter told me half of you rappers lame as shit
My lawyers told me that you rappers underpaid as shit
Three hundred a show young nigga, two million in gold young nigga
I really sold dopе, young nigga
Y'all niggas banging on wax, I know your whole set rats
I'm in the modulium, only thе gods are playin', ayy
[Chorus]
Momma, I hit a lick
Twin turbos, yeah, I hit a lick
Bouncin' out with two hoes, yeah, I hit a lick
Found no real job, so I went for mines'
Now I got chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, yup
Now I got chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, yup
[Verse 2]
I tell your bitch, "hit the plate, I need my chili" (Need my chili)
Ten toes on the go, yes, really (Yes, really)
Ayy, big face, hundred, crip, blue light
Ayy, F and N, barkin' out the zoo like
Ayy, hip-hop cops on the Maybach bumper
Ayy, white boys moshpittin' at my concert
Ayy, chili, chili, chili, chili, countin' chili (Countin' chili)
V12 engine, that's the boogie monster (Vroom, vroom)
My German bitch came in on the first flight (First flight)
Thick as fuck, volleyball our whole life (Ooh)
Lounging in the modulum (Modulaum)
That's on me, only gotta play him, yeah
[Chorus]
Momma, I hit a lick
Twin turbos, yeah, I hit a lick
Bouncin' out with two hoes, yeah, I hit a lick
Found no real job, so I went for mines'
Now I got chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, yup
Now I got chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, on chili, yup
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