[Intro: Chuck Inglish]
Nigga, what the fuck is this!
Nigga, what the fuck is this!
Ay, you ain't cold!
Run yo shoes and yo coat!
Nigga, you ain't bold!
What you looking tough fo'!
What the fuck is this!
What the fuck is this!
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I'm way too early but I'm fashionably late
I wake up early when I'm cracking the safe
Chef Luciano's, the accouterments is common sense
She did some scams with her friends then she got a Benz
I'm selling signatures but I can't even draw good
My raps help niggas get more money than a song should
'Member me and Kenny was identical, the same 'hood
'Til I seen him pull a hundred phones out the hardwood
Niggas sent in the wolves and the gremlins
This wolverine fur come from Finland
Don't come off of them corners, we'll bend 'em like a hunchback
Don't want that
You know I'm coming back with my tax, yea
And my decisions [?] too, 'cause you see what them kids'll do
It's cold outside and it's snowing and it's miserable
You know how it go, growing up in Chicago
They run from the snow, and they run from the popo
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Brody he'll shred you, Boldy be done bled you
Catch you with this 38 baby what make him think he special
Just beat another murder case, too late to be regretful
[?] hit that nigga block, it was just me and nephew
Catch a F1, get it dropped to a F2
Got the FN, sneeze too hard it just might achoo
Been feeling so iconic lately, might just get a tattoo
I got the sauce and the gravy, I've been dripping swagu
I told my baby my Mercedes mean more to me than her
All of this blood, sweat, and tears to me this shit was a blur
Brick in my fur, burning sage, frankincense and myrrh
New Bentley Spur make the pussy get wet when it purr
I been a student of the game, never been a Kerr
I put that shit on Jamey James, my lil' sisters and [sir?]
I got a mean wrist game when I twist and I stir
I turn a half key of 'caine into a crib and a bird
[Verse 3: Chuck Inglish]
This the way we gon' do this
Put it in the trunk when I pull up to the front
Ay, it's moving and it's way smoother, kinda beige too
Now put that on the scale right here, let's go through it
Just do it, you preaching to the choir from a pulpit
Yo, it's cool though, we knew this, no bullshit
It's been written and understood
Not a wolf bit more than they should and broke a tooth
That paper can't guarantee a job after school
Now we out here with the power drills, ain't nothing loose, nah
Listen up, listen good, let me tell you 'bout it
If you ain't first then you last like Ricky Bobby
Got me running 'round this trap like I'm on fire
Most likely struck by lightning
If you find something like it, look into the light that God designed
When the sunrise hit me, please close yo eyes or look away
Don't stare 'cause you might go blind
It won't happen overnight, it might take some time
Or you might could cop the knockoff and take you a loss
'Cause if you stepping on it nigga, they gon' notice from the jump
That's running up a steep hill just to climb a wall
So you might as well shop with ya boy and buy 'em all
[Outro: Chuck Inglish]
Nigga, what the fuck is this!
Nigga, what the fuck is this!
Ay, you ain't cold!
Run yo shoes and yo coat!
Nigga, you ain't bold!
What you looking tough fo'!
What the fuck is this!
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