Che - city lyrics
che [Chase Shaun Mitchell] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Che - city lyrics]
Bitch tried to run with my
Shit, front him like, "Gimme that"
Bitch where the craft from
My muh'fuckin' city at?
No, I don't fuck with your music
Your shitty ass (Ha)
I fell in love with a white ho
Where Henny at? How you got drank but don't
Know where the semi' at? (No)
Niggas be fake
They ain't provin' they pity ass
"Che, how you get all that
Gun with your pissy ass?"
K$ubi keep askin' the low for the CVS
I fuck your ho in the top floor city, man
No, I can't go
But the chop' gon' get his ass
No, I ain't Gon
But the rock gon' split his ass
No, I can't fold
But the knock gon' split his ass
(Ha ha ha)
(Know I can't go with a Trackhawk)
(Know I can't go with the stock on)
I brought the ho to a Tahoe, huh
She with my bro, where the lock on, huh (Bah)
These nigga burned for a taco, huh
Brotha been cookin' like Rocco, huh
(Gimme that shit)
Brotha gon' check it, that's not yours, huh
GLE Tonka with pumps (Ahh)
Two Glock 40s, thеy aim at your mother
Fuck out a blood, it's
My muh'fuckin' brother, Man
Glocky turn him to a dub like a
Spеak for 4ersona, but no, we not one of them
Ricks hit my socks, I said, "Fuck it
I'm one of them" "Che? He a god
Hope you know you ain't touchin' him"
Glocky gon' aim at his belly
Like lunch and 'em not with a K
Then we muh'fuckin' cuttin' them (Grah)
Bitch tried to run with my
Shit, front him like, "Gimme that"
Bitch where the craft from
My muh'fuckin' city at?
No, I don't fuck with your music
Your shitty ass (Ha)
I fell in love with a white ho
Where Henny at? How you got drank but don't
Know where the semi' at? (No)
Niggas be fake
They ain't provin' they pity ass
Che, how you get all that
Gun with your pissy ass?"
K$ubi keep askin' the low for the CVS
Shit, front him like, "Gimme that"
Bitch where the craft from
My muh'fuckin' city at?
No, I don't fuck with your music
Your shitty ass (Ha)
I fell in love with a white ho
Where Henny at? How you got drank but don't
Know where the semi' at? (No)
Niggas be fake
They ain't provin' they pity ass
"Che, how you get all that
Gun with your pissy ass?"
K$ubi keep askin' the low for the CVS
I fuck your ho in the top floor city, man
No, I can't go
But the chop' gon' get his ass
No, I ain't Gon
But the rock gon' split his ass
No, I can't fold
But the knock gon' split his ass
(Ha ha ha)
(Know I can't go with a Trackhawk)
(Know I can't go with the stock on)
I brought the ho to a Tahoe, huh
She with my bro, where the lock on, huh (Bah)
These nigga burned for a taco, huh
Brotha been cookin' like Rocco, huh
(Gimme that shit)
Brotha gon' check it, that's not yours, huh
GLE Tonka with pumps (Ahh)
Two Glock 40s, thеy aim at your mother
Fuck out a blood, it's
My muh'fuckin' brother, Man
Glocky turn him to a dub like a
Spеak for 4ersona, but no, we not one of them
Ricks hit my socks, I said, "Fuck it
I'm one of them" "Che? He a god
Hope you know you ain't touchin' him"
Glocky gon' aim at his belly
Like lunch and 'em not with a K
Then we muh'fuckin' cuttin' them (Grah)
Bitch tried to run with my
Shit, front him like, "Gimme that"
Bitch where the craft from
My muh'fuckin' city at?
No, I don't fuck with your music
Your shitty ass (Ha)
I fell in love with a white ho
Where Henny at? How you got drank but don't
Know where the semi' at? (No)
Niggas be fake
They ain't provin' they pity ass
Che, how you get all that
Gun with your pissy ass?"
K$ubi keep askin' the low for the CVS