Chucky lyrics

Every day I shut up got a killer
Ain’t nobody f*ck with me
How many n*ggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this b*tch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my n*ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

How many n*ggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this b*tch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my n*ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

Pull up on your block, I got that thirty in the guap
I’ve been ride, I’ve been killing on that cop
I keep that hunglin n*gga having stressing
I’ve been working with the Gods
You’ve been working with the cops
While you working with my (?)
Satisfy you n*ggas nah
Since I got the car and keep my name all in your mouth
If it eans’t by your girlfriend, my di*k was all in your mouth
I put the b*tch to kick you out
Put the b*tch and have no (?)
I back up in the truck, flip another chicken
How you n*gga need (?) now just bang another million
Bust a map, bout a drop
And a hole bottle of square
All my n*ggas in the buil’ they still get the dope
Got the cup in the blow and that’s a mil in the low
You can get it straight jumping
You can just shut
Mammy (?) cuz I check you right now
Everything I touch I just kill it right now
How many n*ggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this b*tch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my n*ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

King Yella and Montana we all fight in this b*tch
That’s illegal and I’m robbing I’ll be fly in this, b*tch
b*tches only hang it for me
They be ride in this deep
They wander how I got the b*tch and had to grime for the sh*t
I was hustling, jiggling and balling
Put that all on my hips
I though (?) no miss area
You can die in this b*tch
Need and lean the pus*y wet
When I slide in the (?)
My clips got hate just like (?)
b*tch I stay with the Ritchie
You know I stay with the Paul
I’mma go for that killer
Boy know how it goes
Lay and face down on the streets
Like we both fight on the road
If I get caught ain’t no telling
n*gga I stick to the code
Murder and suspect that I know it
It ain’t no question bout we had
And I go in hella dirty
I come up clean like a *(?)
Put your life in the (?) my chopper spin like a beat box
Now get your as here with three shots
From all that puff like some rebooks
How many n*ggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this b*tch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my n*ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

How many n*ggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this b*tch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my n*ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city