BOY FROOT, MAXDADDY, J-Mix - CH1RP lyrics
[BOY FROOT, MAXDADDY, J-Mix - CH1RP lyrics]
Chirp me on the phone, i’ll always be alone
When i’m not home, cellphone roams
Bitch i’m in the club and you
Know i’m rollin up a blunt
Bet it’s boy froot with
The stolen speaker subs
Got a goth girl and i let her grind on me
She lookin so fine while she roll my weed
I got gucci louie prada on my whole damn team
Eatin enchiladas flexico on the scene
I’m spendin cash like it’s nothin
Make it back bitch i’m stuntin
Spend it all on U, tommy hat, gucci shoes
Pullin up with the crew, rollin blunts
Come through
I’m smokin’ blunts underwater
I’m sorry if i don’t pick up
And it’s the third time i called her
She don’t want me so i gotta give up
I never knew that it would be like this
You got me fallin for you like a fuckin idiot
You make me contradict myself
Like a hypocrite
But i’m on top when i look down
I can’t see you bitch
People got a lot of shit to say these days
But i don’t give a fuck i blow
My smoke right in their face
I always got that coffee and that weed on me
But all i need is you, so please
Don’t sleep on me
Maxdaddy- all i hear is dial-tones
Chirpin on my iphone
Smokin on that software
Re-up once my highs gone
Rollin up these trichromes
Lightin up that vibrance
Driftin through the timezones
Spreading like a virus
Schizophrenic nihilist, gripping dead flowers
Cellphone roaming, i’m running low on power
I’m running out of minutes
Bitch i push it to the limit
All i do is fucking rhyme
Never had time for a gimmick
I just spit my fucking lines, grind every day
Regardless i’m prepaid
There’s a reason that my eyes the
Same color as fuckin jade made
Everybody sour, like we called collect
But i think that they just salty
We ain’t callin them yet
I ain’t placin no bets unless
It’s a sure thing i ain’t takin no calls
I just let that shit ring
The show don’t stop til the fat bitch sing
Maxdaddy pullin strings with my
Fuckin pinky ring chirpin on my digital, it
Ain’t a fuckin thing
It ain’t a fuckin thing
When i’m not home, cellphone roams
Bitch i’m in the club and you
Know i’m rollin up a blunt
Bet it’s boy froot with
The stolen speaker subs
Got a goth girl and i let her grind on me
She lookin so fine while she roll my weed
I got gucci louie prada on my whole damn team
Eatin enchiladas flexico on the scene
I’m spendin cash like it’s nothin
Make it back bitch i’m stuntin
Spend it all on U, tommy hat, gucci shoes
Pullin up with the crew, rollin blunts
Come through
I’m smokin’ blunts underwater
I’m sorry if i don’t pick up
And it’s the third time i called her
She don’t want me so i gotta give up
I never knew that it would be like this
You got me fallin for you like a fuckin idiot
You make me contradict myself
Like a hypocrite
But i’m on top when i look down
I can’t see you bitch
People got a lot of shit to say these days
But i don’t give a fuck i blow
My smoke right in their face
I always got that coffee and that weed on me
But all i need is you, so please
Don’t sleep on me
Maxdaddy- all i hear is dial-tones
Chirpin on my iphone
Smokin on that software
Re-up once my highs gone
Rollin up these trichromes
Lightin up that vibrance
Driftin through the timezones
Spreading like a virus
Schizophrenic nihilist, gripping dead flowers
Cellphone roaming, i’m running low on power
I’m running out of minutes
Bitch i push it to the limit
All i do is fucking rhyme
Never had time for a gimmick
I just spit my fucking lines, grind every day
Regardless i’m prepaid
There’s a reason that my eyes the
Same color as fuckin jade made
Everybody sour, like we called collect
But i think that they just salty
We ain’t callin them yet
I ain’t placin no bets unless
It’s a sure thing i ain’t takin no calls
I just let that shit ring
The show don’t stop til the fat bitch sing
Maxdaddy pullin strings with my
Fuckin pinky ring chirpin on my digital, it
Ain’t a fuckin thing
It ain’t a fuckin thing