Chances lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, hey
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Hmm, hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Oh, mmh (Yeah), ayy

[Verse]
Told my mama be patient, one day I'm gon' be the greatest
I see the look on they faces, I know these young n*ggas hate it
Ayy, but just chill, run up, you get killed
One-eighty-seven, all my n*ggas ready to drill
Gotta stick to the code, you know I won't ever fold
I can't sign no deal, 'cause I ain't sellin' my soul
Real talk, ain't no cappin'
Spittin' straight facts, I don't even do the cappin', yeah
Shots out the Drac' took off his face
Hide his body, put him in a lake
They say I ain't straight, n*gga, be real
My n*ggas, they steppin' and ready to kill
I want all the smoke, OG and reggie
n*gga, I'm ready, knock out your spaghetti
You think I'm a b*tch, thinkin' I'm sweet
I pull up on you and I put you to sleep
Hotbox the rental, blowin' some gas
Brand new Sprinter, whole lotta cash
I know I'm a sinner, pray for a bag
I gotta go get it and get off my ass
They say I'm up next, b*tch, I'm up now
The youngest to do it, put on for my town
They say I'm a king, where is my crown?
b*tch, I'm the G.O.A.T., so move around
To the bag, I be chasin', yeah
To be honest, I'm underrated, yeah
I dare a f*ck n*gga try to take me, yeah
Them hollow tips leave you on the pavement, yeah
[Interlude]
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain]
Hotbox the rental, blowin' some gas
Brand new Sprinter, whole lotta cash
I know I'm a sinner, pray for a bag
I gotta go get it and get off my ass
Just chill, run up, you get killed
One-eighty-seven, all my n*ggas ready to drill

[Outro]
Move wrong, we gon' kill
And my n*ggas ready for that drill
Shots out the Drac' took off his face