Fortykay - Chetta

Tell a pussy boy

Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up

Aye

Breaking bad, Breaking bad homie

Breaking bad homie

Boy you sad homie

Put a bag in your head homie

You a lil homie

Ima Grownie

You ain´t gotta know me

You ain´t gotta know me

Ima show me

Ima have to show you

Ima have to show you

Let you know me

Pop Three benzos

Feeling like the shit hoe

Give your bitch the biz tho

Let her sniff the disco

Im the only rapper

Crack your head like nabisco

Im the only rapper

Trapping taxing

What it hitting for

Double back around

Like to see em on the ground

Tell my main to hold it down

Now she ride with the pounds

Four pound on my hip

Ridding thru dogg pound

You can fucking get these hands

If you want it they come round

Ima dog, Ima dog

Let your ass fucking see

Ima woof, Ima woof

Yappa barking up a tree

Pull that choppa out the back

And let that bitch fucking ring

Pull that choppa out the back

And let that bitch fucking sing

Ima heart attack

Waiting to happen

Like bitch whats happening

Have lil mal go kill your family

I promise it d make me happy

If you see me pussy clap me

Im clapping back

At you bastards

My Glock is a fully plastic

Im plastered passing the package

Ima Walk away

Walk this way

Walk Walk

Walk this way

Talking this way

Boy you fucking know you lame

Ain’t got time for no games

You gone have to miss me

Ima

Breaking bad homie

Get a bag homie

Bitch you sad

Hoe you make me laugh

Boy you sad

Why you sad homie

Breaking bad homie

Break ya back homie

For the bag

Boy this shit a blast

Choppa dance

Break ya back homie

Breaking bad homie

Got a bag on me

All in cash

You gone make me blast

Thats your ass

Choppa dance homie

Breaking bad homie

Got it bad

You ain’t bad homie

Bouta put a bag on ya head

Break ya back homie

Walk, Walk

Walk This way

Walk, Walk

Walk this way

Walk, Walk

Walk this way

All these pussies

Make me laugh homie

Tommy in the trunk

Tell a bitch run it up

Hoes in the game

Tryna give me that love

I dont need no love

I dont really give a fuck

Pop another addy

You ain’t never adding up

Dripping sauce

All in your fucking mouth

All this clout

And im still up in the south

40K in the booth right now

Ive been high

Smoking on gorilla glue right now

I got purp on me

Percs on me

Who gone get this work for me

Tell ya bitch to twerk for me

She gone get this hurt

Ima dog, Ima dog

But you already know

Ima woof, Ima woof

Let this bitch fucking go

Lord Knows.

Lord Knows.

Lord Knows.

Make a bitch bite down on the floor

Make a bitch bite down on the floor

Let it go.