Chetta - Death Valley lyrics

Its no wonder all people around the
World think of New orleans
As a city who knows how to throw a party

…Shawty what you think
…Shawty what you think

I need a mill no no tryna chill
Hoe don't catch no feels in the field
Mobbing with steel woe don't wanna deal
Bitch get real spent a big bill
Just to crack a seal still i drill
On a bitch boy break you off a lil
Call me two clip shawty
Toting two tone fortys bitch it's up
Now im started i can't fuck with you woadie
Ima peace on out beat your ass on live
In the east where they slide
Or the north where they hide
I got blood stains dripping smoking dope
Lane kiffin hoe don't fold
Ima zip em off a boat
Never slipping ain't in houston
But im tipping old stove
Same whipping ole cocaine flippa
Its a forty cal ripkin with a big 4-5
Stay lit stay high ima drip
Ima ride fuck yo click
Hope they die rolling piff
Smoke the sky choppa city till i die
On a opp like yeah
Till the streets give me mine bitch it's up
Bitch it's up bitch it's up
Bitch it's up bitch it's up
Bitch it's up bitch it's up
Bitch it's up bitch it's up
Bitch it's up bitch it's up
Bitch it's up

Aye shawty what you think
Shawty what you think aye
Shawty what you think
Shawty what you think aye
Shawty what you think
Shawty what you think aye
Shawty what you think aye

Tripping up for days
I just picked off all the plays
I pop fortys like a case
All them blips up in ya face
I was riding thru sherwood
Serving all the weight
I put bands round blue strips
Stuff em in my safe yeah my head on straight
Pop a pill ima faint
I don't feel i don't play
Rolling dank issa tank
Throwing fours like some drank
In the field fuck your rank
You a lick you a stain
Extra clip for my pain
Pop a superman issa bird
Issa plane need a vert
Hydroplane bitch i skrrt
All them lanes rIP lil boo
Till im kicking down heavens gate
Ima have to do you in on gP
Ima fuck her clothes off
Bitch when you see me
Im off in the north north
Smoking out a whole p
All off in the pack ten deep
They can't miss me shoot you from the leavee

Boy you just a chimney smoke smoke
Boy you just a chimney smoke smoke
Boy you just a chimney smoke smoke

Im in louisiana thuggin on some major shit
All that capping talking shit
You can get hit always with it on the block
You a major lick
Paint ya face up like maybelline
You little bitch yeah yeah
Paint ya face like maybelline
Just popped a perc all i know is savage shit
Im going bezerk i just hit a lick
I need all that work rob em bare face
Ima show my worth catch em outside
Let me see that pride double back around
And make sure he die issa vibe issa vibe
Issa thing i can fuck with no lames
Check my pulse check my veins
I don't move less im paid
Big 4-5 like shade
Ima drag you through the rain
I can't feel for anything
Guess that part of me is plain
If im sipping know it's stain
If im gripping know i bang
If im trapping then it's weight
I don't feel for anything
And that mean you hoes
I get bread like glucose
Booming off a boost phone
My new shotty two holes
Hoping out of two doors all day stunting
If i ain't got it then it's coming
Ain't no asking me for nothing
Bitch it's up!