Stunna 4 Vegas, GetRichZay, TZY On The Beat - CHINESE lyrics

Better know what the fuck goin' on, shit
Six shit, get your head hit
Bitch, aight, let’s go
(TZY on some other shit)

Yeah, twin choppers, I think they Siamese
(I think they aight, come on)
Ayy, his bitch in here tryna
Cook some chicken for me
Thought that bitch was Chinese
(Ayy, thought that bitch was Chinese)
Ayy, no cap, the way that chop got kick
I thought it was Chinese
(Bah, bah, aight, come on)
Young nigga come straight from that block
Now I see palm trees (Now I see palm trees)
I say, "Fuck that marinara
All I see I cheese" (Yeah, aight, come on)
Ayy, I met a white bitch, her name Sarah
I made that lil' bitch fly with Ps
(Aight, come on)
Yeah, thirty ball stuffed in her
Bag, she be like, Oh my Jeez
(She be like, oh)
Bitch got thirty 'bows, ridin’ first class
(Shh) , she better keep it to C (Aight
Come on)

Ayy, twin sisters, I think they Vietnamese
(I think they Vietnamese, aight)
Ayy, me and Tay be out his top
Smoke a nigga and do it with ease
(Pah, pah, aight, pah)
Ten bands in one day, bitch
I'm ridin' with Coke and Veeze
(Aight, talk to me)
Ayy, ten bands in one pocket
Stretchin' out my purple jeans
(Damn, aight)
Ayy, he done popped a beam, he out his head
He out his top again
(He out his top again, aight, come on)
Ayy, she get on her knees, she use her head
(Eat, eat) , I want some
Top again (Let's go, aight, Come on)
In the club with Stunna 4 (Ha)
GetRich brought that chopper in (Aight)
In VIP we sippin' drank
Slime brought that Wock' in
(Wock', Wock’, Wock’, Wock')

Yeah, twin choppers, I think they Siamese
(I think they Siamese, aight, come on)
Ayy, his bitch in here tryna
Cook some chicken for me
Thought that bitch was Chinese
(Ayy, thought that bitch was Chinese)
Ayy, no cap, the way that chop got kick
I thought it was Chinese
(Bah, bah, aight, come on)
Young nigga come straight from that block
Now I see palm trees (Now I see palm trees)
I say, "Fuck that marinara
All I see I cheese" (Yeah, aight, come on)
Ayy, I met a white bitch, her name Sarah
I made that lil’ bitch fly with Ps
(Aight, come on)
Yeah, thirty ball stuffed in her
Bag, she be like, Oh my Jeez
(She be like, oh)
Bitch got thirty 'bows, ridin' first class
(Shh) , she better keep it to C (Aight)

Uh, I send her on a plane (For the low)
With forty 'bows of that 41 (Bring it in)
Slime say when it’s sick
This shit was soaked, So I doubled up
(Blow) it's fuck the plug
We take off with his load like
He fucked the order up (Come on)
If we can't get to him or get his lo'
We hit his brother up (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
We pop out with chopsticks
Thought we was Chinese (Chinese)
Big 45 stay on my hip like a Siamese
(Siamese) twin, I had 'em boys come
Spin when you tried me (They go spin)
Bitch, I get out my top and I
See red like my eyes bleed
I give a fuck 'bout what you made
I made that times three (What else?)
Snatched the Scat three times before the
'Cat like Dodge signed me
(Vroom, vroom, damn)
I ain't dodgin' shit, I'm poppin' shit
That's on and off my IG (Brat)
Did a hundred plus shows in North Carolina
How you can't find me?
(TZY on some other shit)
Fuck nigga ain't lookin' hard enough
He might need glasses (Cap)
Uh, diamonds look like glass
(Ice) , I ride two hundred on my
Dashes (I I I I I, Vroom)
I got Wock' and my anxiety pop
But I'm still livin' fast
(Wock', Wock', Wock')
And that fuck nigga never shot a Glock
Or left nothin' in the past (Bah, bah, bah)