$UICIDEBOY$ × CHETTA - POYDRAS (Lyric Video)

(Chetta) If it’s up then it’s stuck hoe If it’s up then it’s stuck hoe If it’s up then it’s stuck hoe Tell me hoe where ya at? I just had to re-up on you hoes I got bricks for the fix by the boat load Ain’t seen my feelings in so long I do my thing on solo Popping pills, we gone run that shit back tho’ Get ya killed just for thinking that we act tho’ Homicide wanna try me, get ya back blown 3k for the seal, so it’s cutthroat On a PJ, smoking on the e-way I got ZaZa running through my arteries Pick me outside, forty on throwaway Leave your eyes wide really you ain’t seeing me Run it up, pussy hit that relay Double back, shoot again, press you like a replay I’ve been up, what it is, stretch em like a freeway On the real, I’mma blow a pound like some TNT Yeah, yeah, la vida loca Pouring lean in my soda Smoking gas ’till she choke out I’m smoking gas ’till we glow up Babygirl, I’m just tryna make sure, ahh All these diamonds on my neck like the polar Cool mil in my account looking colder Two tier double deck when I pour out Pop my seal, I’mma need another drink hoe TT’d off the foam how I be hoe And that MAC keep grip while I sleep hoe And my net worth rolling to the beat, ahh I just popped another pill on ecstasy, ahh Bitch wanna top me with my feet up Big fiend for the money need the ER Push a little coupe, baby this ain’t no Fiat Clip long, knee high, pushing back ya weave ahh Kick on the AR like a horse, yeehaw Knock you off ya feet, ahh Run it up, we hot Tell my opps stay close I’ll show how I roll From the North to the South Shore Run that shit back, tell’em fill me up If it’s up then it’s stuck, hoe Tell me, hoe, where ya at, hoe? I just had to re-up on you hoes I got bricks for the fix by the boat load Ain’t seen my feelings in so long I do my thing on solo Popping pills, we gone run that shit back tho’ Get ya killed just for thinking that we act tho’ Homicide wanna try me, get ya back blown 3k for the seal, so it’s cutthroat Too many Deja Vu I feel like it We’ve have too many people that’s dying because Nobody wanna get involved until it happens to you (Wetto) Northside Shawty wet, hit ’em with the Womp Womp GLE take off with your bitch, bye Honk, honk, King Kong, big ding dong You see these dogs outside Just know I’m upstairs going hard bitch, bing bong Who the fuck said that I done changed since I got racks Rather me twin bed at my mom and dads recording in that shed Say you got them WMD’s but you Iraq Invade you like I’m Bush and find out you ain’t got jack Fuck that, here’s a gun put it down, you gone clutch that Rat tells, self defense, had to bust back Why you throwing up boy, where ya nuts at? Butt back bitch I ain’t tryna fuck yet No fucks left, get off of my dick, hoe Bar baby pill poppa, wet big Moe Wet bigalow, fucking hoes like a gigolo Titty baby, Grey the color ’till the funeral (Ruby Da Cherry) Quarter mil for my powder bag, I ain’t flipping for a profit I’m strung out, pressing a gun against my eye socket My wrist look like the night sky Glistening, the drug usage at an all time high Suicide, ready to die All my partners down to ride soon as I text ’em to slide I’m betting you’ll hide Peeking out, bending the blinds, cocking the nine Staring down the barrel, you’ll get lead through your eye Leaving you blind, yeah Oddy like Hammurabi Chopping bitches bodies like my dick was a shotty It ain’t a hobby It’s what the fuck I do I ain’t playing this fucking game of who’s who Been had the drip but the whip is new The whole dash is covered in blue residue Give me all the smoke and the bad Juju Playing arenas but I ain’t Voodoo #chetta #trap #suicideboys