LIL CHXPO RAY J lyrics

Prolly catch b*tch on some cali sh*t, aye
She don't wanna f*ck for my daddy b*tch, aye
Lil chapo walking with a daddy di*k, aye
Lil chapo walkin in these balikans, aye
Smokin on this on his cali, i smoke cali sh*t bae
Imma get a ? on this daddy di*k, aye

Lil chap walkin in these balikans, aye
Smokin on this cali i smoke cali sh*t, aye
I give yo b*tch this daddy di*k, aye
Give her daddy di*k, i give her daddy di*k, aye
Lil chapo smokin on this cali sh*t, yea
I dont give a f*ck rock them balikans, yeah
n*gga hatin on me, he can pull up right now
n*gga hatin on me, he can pull up right now

n*gga where you at?
b*tch im always in the trenches
These n*ggas ain't ballin, they was riding benches
Hunnid on my right pocket, hunnid in my left
Lil chapo in the kitchen, like a damn chef
Skert! skert! skert!
When i scrape it out the pot
Lil chapo on on the block, with a pretty thot
I dont milly rock, i walk around with 50 shots
I let the glizzy pop, glizzy make ya diddy bop
n*gga hatin on me cus im band squad
Lil chapo b*tch, im the bad guy
Free bad b*tch, i got a lotta thosee
I be countin up, i be countin up
I dont give a f*ck, b*tch im turnt up
Chapo drag usher, it get burnt up
Let it burn baby, i let it burn
f*ck n*gga hatin, b*tch we gon turn
In the trenches, lil chapo
I dont know them boys, they ridin ?, flexin
Like im rich n*gga, im finessin
n*gga hatin on me cus, I'm a real blessin

Hood rich blessin, chapo in the trenches
Me and nino in the ?, and my n*gga pourin
All these b*tches borin, all these n*ggas corny
Lil chapo on the block, early in the morning
Pull up in the foreign, but its a free rental
Real street n*gga baby, you could check credentials
On the block yeah, and im really posted up
I got my sauce up, yeah i got my sauce up

I got bali on my feet, and red bottoms too
n*gga hatin on me cus we would rob a crew
n*gga sneak dissin chapo cus we would rob dude
Pull up wit my crew, b*tch you know I got the juice
Me and wifi, just tryna get high
I don't want yo b*tch unless the little b*tch bi
n*gga hatin on me man, these n*ggas switch sides
Lil chapo lost my mind, b*tch you know im high
Purple teardrops under my eye
Cus I drink so much dirty sprite
On the block drinkin dirty sprite on a dirtbike
No skinny jean, but my shirt, tie my shirt tight
n*gga hatin on me i dont even know why
I don't give a f*ck, I don't need no alibi
Cus they ain't got no proof, I had on my mask
I had on my gloves, throw that body in the trash

b*tch you know I beat the case when they hit me with a murder
Lil YZ, pull up and do a murder
Lil Leano, got the glockie on the waist
Lil chapo, was trappin back on myspace
I was on my space rockin Gucci, buckin ass
Louis bags cost more than my b*tch car
Lil chapo, man, you know I gotta go hard
I was on the boulevard, I was really sellin hard

Pull a n*gga card
b*tch I used to play Yu-Gi-Oh cards
On the boulevard
I was sellin hard
I don't rock no gold yard
I rock Louis V
I rock Gucci baby
Yeah come and shop wit me
Yeah we got coke for free and we got molly too