Gulag Shawty - Chetta

Catch the charge

If you tryna ride for me

I got hittas real hittas

Die for me

All these lames

In my way

Why homie?

Why homie?

Why homie?

I ain’t got five on it

I brought fifteen hundred

Just to spend

I dont really wanna go

But i wanna fuck her and her friend

I be booted on the low

As fast it go

I get it in

Yeah yeah

There that go

I get it in

Yeah

On a xan and perc again

Try and tie me

I dont bend

Outchea wilding

Bitch i been that

Dont have no needs

Dont need no friends

Surfing on a bankroll

Tryna spin you can’t roll

Im like what it do… Hoe

And my a skipping

B — c — d — e — f — g — h — i — j

To the motherfucking k

Split ya face

Catch the charge

If you tryna ride for me

I got hittas real hittas

Die for me

All these lames

In my way

Why homie?

Why homie?

Why homie?

I ain’t got five on it

I brought fifteen hundred

Just to spend

I dont really wanna go

But i wanna fuck her and her friend

I be booted on the low

As fast it go

I get it in

Yeah yeah

There that go

I get it in

Yeah

Fo-fo blow blow

Like the wind

Forgive me bitch im tryna sin

Off a addy and k-pin

Dont have no dreams

Im tryna live that

Dropping in some faygo

All your shit be karo

Roll my wood like eggrolls

In your hood

Like aye hoe

Aye hoe

And my choppa

Eat the block like benihanas

Smoked out

Loced out

Woe ain’t hard to find us

Catch the charge

If you tryna ride for me

I got hittas real hittas

Die for me

All these lames

In my way

Why homie?

Why homie?

Why homie?

I ain’t got five on it

I brought fifteen hundred

Just to spend

I dont really wanna go

But i wanna fuck her and her friend

I be booted on the low

As fast it go

I get it in

Yeah yeah

There that go

I get it in

Yeah