Chetta - Nineteen Ninety Nine lyrics

Its the 1999 to 2000
Whole steal, blow, blow, steal
On some calico its the 1999 to 2000
Whole steal, blow, blow,  steal, on calico
Baby i should go to walk
With these fucking bars
Maybe i should go to walk
With these fucking bars
Really i should fucking walk
With these fucking bars

Drop top, On a new whip got my block hot
Hot out, with a new bitch give me slap top
Heard bout, you won't do shit
Whatchu talking bout
Smoked out, on a whole zip i can't go without
All of these drugs got me faded up
All of my plugs keep in waiting on
Your money and your jewlery be fake as fuck
All of our diamonds like blusterous
We on the streets so dangerous
No you can't hang, can't play with us
I hit the henny and you getting bust
I paid the price to you getting touched

Who the fuck really want walk
Who bout it, bout it, whos soft
Who really really any more
I do not fit in no more
Really we doing the most
Xanny and lean when i pour
Smoking the gotti i blow
I do not fit in no more

Sit pack, one difference is that
Bitch i send shots
Get packed, you can't throw the shade
Bring that sun out wrist watch
Is the time a day you can get knock
Tick tock, put it to your face
Make your jaw draw
All of my magazines thirty up
All of my products don't give a fuck
All of the drama be too much
All of this mud on my dirty cup
Sippin red like im dracula
Shawty saw me sit passanger
We never ride on regular
We perform so spectacular woah?!

Who the fuck really want walk
Who bout it, bout it, whos soft
Who really really any more
I do not fit in no more
Really we doing the most
Xanny and lean when i pour
Smoking the gotti i blow
I do not fit in no more

Really we doing the most
Xanny and lean when i pour
Smoking the gotti i blow
I do not fit in no more