Acrylo - Super Chigga Kart lyrics
[Acrylo - Super Chigga Kart lyrics]
Never worry 'bout a
Single hatin’ motherfucker
Lookin like my next supper
All these moves that I'm makin'
Got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin’
I'm back wit' the backpack rap
Man I'm thinkin' that this shit
Finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash
If we talkin' 'bout that
Run, run it like Forrest Gump
Can you feel that, ayy
I'm a renaissance man
If you wanna get a feat you
Not gon’ get response man
I be hotter than some shit your
Mom cook in a sauce pan
Don’t be jealous, don't be rude
Go back to rollin’ up grams
People think I'm sick as shit but
I'm just eatin' on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then
Bitch I’m settin' up camp
When the females hear my name I
Know they pussy all damp
Mr veterinarian I make that kitty go ham
(Damn)
Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green
Watching numbers goin' up that's
Just the everyday routine
All my old friends hit me up they
Wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I'm Cube I always
Hit 'em with no vaseline
Always sayin' no when you ask 'em
If they got beef with me
DMs blowin' up I always say no
Bitch this dick ain't free
Watchin' on your every move I
Got that shit on DVD
Flexin' all the time but I just
Know that you a bourgeoisie
You got cash, buy some chains
I buy houses ain't that strange
You ain't shit, I get lit
All you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick
And she always on my drink
Shit I'm thirsty give it back
And she blondy just like Zac
("Who the fuck is Zac?"
"high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I'm 30
Minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no
Chance, better bounce that ass
Paid her an advance
Got me through this day, sippin' on Bombay
I don't trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don't look back, never cut no slack
Better
Get way back, 'fore yo ass get smacked, uh
Memphis flow but I'm from Jakarta ho
Never understood my hustle but I
Guess the more you know
Checkin' on your Instagram I see
That shit is going slow
Always hating on the progress man
Yo ass has gotta go
Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green
Watching numbers goin' up that's
Just the everyday routine
All my old friends hit me up they
Wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I'm Cube I always
Hit 'em with no vaseline
Always sayin' no when you ask 'em
If they got beef with me
DMs blowin' up I always say no
Bitch this dick ain't free
Watchin' on your every move I
Got that shit on DVD
Flexin' all the time but I just
Know that you a bourgeoisie
Single hatin’ motherfucker
Lookin like my next supper
All these moves that I'm makin'
Got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin’
I'm back wit' the backpack rap
Man I'm thinkin' that this shit
Finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash
If we talkin' 'bout that
Run, run it like Forrest Gump
Can you feel that, ayy
I'm a renaissance man
If you wanna get a feat you
Not gon’ get response man
I be hotter than some shit your
Mom cook in a sauce pan
Don’t be jealous, don't be rude
Go back to rollin’ up grams
People think I'm sick as shit but
I'm just eatin' on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then
Bitch I’m settin' up camp
When the females hear my name I
Know they pussy all damp
Mr veterinarian I make that kitty go ham
(Damn)
Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green
Watching numbers goin' up that's
Just the everyday routine
All my old friends hit me up they
Wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I'm Cube I always
Hit 'em with no vaseline
Always sayin' no when you ask 'em
If they got beef with me
DMs blowin' up I always say no
Bitch this dick ain't free
Watchin' on your every move I
Got that shit on DVD
Flexin' all the time but I just
Know that you a bourgeoisie
You got cash, buy some chains
I buy houses ain't that strange
You ain't shit, I get lit
All you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick
And she always on my drink
Shit I'm thirsty give it back
And she blondy just like Zac
("Who the fuck is Zac?"
"high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I'm 30
Minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no
Chance, better bounce that ass
Paid her an advance
Got me through this day, sippin' on Bombay
I don't trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don't look back, never cut no slack
Better
Get way back, 'fore yo ass get smacked, uh
Memphis flow but I'm from Jakarta ho
Never understood my hustle but I
Guess the more you know
Checkin' on your Instagram I see
That shit is going slow
Always hating on the progress man
Yo ass has gotta go
Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green
Watching numbers goin' up that's
Just the everyday routine
All my old friends hit me up they
Wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I'm Cube I always
Hit 'em with no vaseline
Always sayin' no when you ask 'em
If they got beef with me
DMs blowin' up I always say no
Bitch this dick ain't free
Watchin' on your every move I
Got that shit on DVD
Flexin' all the time but I just
Know that you a bourgeoisie