Chipper Jones 3 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Started off hustling
Ended up balling
Made it in this rapping, but the fiends keep calling
Put my squad on the map and we goin' get money regardless
Cause n*ggas pushing packs like a UPS call in, no ____
My n*ggas authentic
Bad b*tch guaranteed whipping it
If not than I know she with it
Cause you run the building you n*ggas be tenants
Used to stash work up in that Civic, now I'm on tour f*cking b*tches
Mami used to slave up in that kitchen, now we eating off a sentence
To get that work I need a calling card
Hola, cómo estás papi?
I need that pack, I got the guap papi
Imma meet your ass at the dock papi
Big white brick like Jeremy Shockey
In the trap house in ____
Then f*ck the b*tch like Katrina, my fiends need FEMAs
Been driving in buckets, my momma need Beamers
So I go hard, I do this for my fam and my squad
Trying to have my n*ggas living large
Gotta choppa in the car like Rick Ross
Bet this hundred shots get a n*gga lost
Move my own work don't need a boss
Pushing 36 like Bettis
Young n*ggas 'bout that lettuce
And I keep that weapon, you can me catch on the 7 with the felons
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