Chinx Drugz, Flip, French Montana - Stylin lyrics
[Chinx Drugz, Flip, French Montana - Stylin lyrics]
I be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch see you later
I be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i shoot for the kill
Coke boy bonafied cop
Came back 10 fold maybach 10 hoes
A fifth of hen, 10 O's stay down 10 toes
When that money coming fast I ain't gotta rob
Montana Ballin like Oscar Rob, ask your broad
Watch her climb off the pole
Let the ass bounce top off the whole crew
That's what I call a head count fuck humble
Triple double on these fake niggas
Hundred rounds just to wake niggas up
Shake niggas up
Hole like 45 plates just to shake this is up
Throw that money up never been ashamed
Crib 4 acres yell fuckin haters
I be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i shoot for the kill
Coke boy bonafied cop
The word on the streets that the nigga
Cokeboy flip hit his head right
Certified street nigga with his bread right
If I'm speeding through your
Hood with no headlights
Better grip up motherfucker cause
It's a lead night
Flip in drugs yeah cocaine gang
Shit about to blow up, fire and propane
Tell your bitch I'm straight
Took her to the crib she on
Her knees blowing the whole gang
You out of line I had
You looking like the japanese
Under pressure under water
Beg the lord can you breathe
My nigga splat keep his on
You gon see the next movement with
The class of the young
I be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i shoot for the kill
Coke boy bonafied cop
I be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I see her later
We getting money that's a
Outta town well respected I'm
The boss money player
New couple black and grey like the raiders
Try to go back and forth like a fuckin
If they don't get me now they get me later
Coke boys run new york more
Clock then the mayor
I've been putting work in overtime
Young face but I was graced
With an older grind
They sneaking cheap shots but I resupply
Twist of lime
These niggas slippin on they pimpin
Get your bitch in line
Chinx Drugz squad up each an every time
Fo sho maine, good night
Tell your main bitch see you later
I be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i shoot for the kill
Coke boy bonafied cop
Came back 10 fold maybach 10 hoes
A fifth of hen, 10 O's stay down 10 toes
When that money coming fast I ain't gotta rob
Montana Ballin like Oscar Rob, ask your broad
Watch her climb off the pole
Let the ass bounce top off the whole crew
That's what I call a head count fuck humble
Triple double on these fake niggas
Hundred rounds just to wake niggas up
Shake niggas up
Hole like 45 plates just to shake this is up
Throw that money up never been ashamed
Crib 4 acres yell fuckin haters
I be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i shoot for the kill
Coke boy bonafied cop
The word on the streets that the nigga
Cokeboy flip hit his head right
Certified street nigga with his bread right
If I'm speeding through your
Hood with no headlights
Better grip up motherfucker cause
It's a lead night
Flip in drugs yeah cocaine gang
Shit about to blow up, fire and propane
Tell your bitch I'm straight
Took her to the crib she on
Her knees blowing the whole gang
You out of line I had
You looking like the japanese
Under pressure under water
Beg the lord can you breathe
My nigga splat keep his on
You gon see the next movement with
The class of the young
I be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I'll see her later
Before the deal i shoot for the kill
Coke boy bonafied cop
I be stylin on you haters
Tell your main bitch I see her later
We getting money that's a
Outta town well respected I'm
The boss money player
New couple black and grey like the raiders
Try to go back and forth like a fuckin
If they don't get me now they get me later
Coke boys run new york more
Clock then the mayor
I've been putting work in overtime
Young face but I was graced
With an older grind
They sneaking cheap shots but I resupply
Twist of lime
These niggas slippin on they pimpin
Get your bitch in line
Chinx Drugz squad up each an every time
Fo sho maine, good night