Chuck lyrics

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Big house, four whips, hella tattoos
Smoke good and your b*tch think I’m bad news
Bout to go nuts n*gga, cashews
Promoter asked me if I’m booked
I say I’m past due
Maserati look mean and it’s fast too
Cinderella bout to get that b*tch some glass shoes
n*ggas acting mushy like cat food
n*ggas acting pus*y like cats do
Get a little money n*gga, that's cool
But put your n*ggas on, then you really that dude
Smoking two Ls, living large
See my watch and wanna know how much it really cost
AP that’s an Audemars
Agents calling, b*tch I’m balling like I’m Stoudemire
Store running out of papers cause I bought em all
n*ggas claiming that they Taylors but they not at all
Not far from the tree thats where the apple fall
Say the wrong words, guys knock your apple off
No sweetener straight apple sauce
Doing movie roles, rapper slash actor dog
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I’m rolling weed up in my car
And getting high
If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix
Butt-ass naked covered in all bad b*tches
[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
Chevy
I’m praying for you n*ggas
I put that on my Rosary
Flash like diamonds, tell me what you tryna see
Us high beams, this just a pinky though
Washing machine work, I keep a couple loads
Foreign b*tch, she don’t even talk
She just drop the money off and got a sexy walk
365, no days off
sh*t I’m the reason they say hard work pays off
Twenty-eight to fifty-six is what I learn first
Parks Bonifay, you see just how that work surf
Oh I’m some big sh*t, Notorious
Get you some gunplay basterd inglourious
I got the top chopped off riding Ichobad
Head riding shotgun, oh that's your broad
Bright lights, dead Charley
Ignorant white, Bill O'Reilly

[Verse 3: Neako]
I’m kinda high
They looking for me, I was probably in the sky
I’m always fried when I hop in that double S
I can be there in a minute
Pepsi blue, I’m the ice cube riding in it
Lightly tinted, I be ghost
Blowing smoke, calling them b*tches up
di*k em down when I pick em up
Never keep em close
Hit em and then I switch em up
Audemars bruh, Wizzles riding in Pick up trucks
Riding puff bus, tough luck you dumb f*cks
Never came up, while we riding on planes bruh
Yeah we counting hundreds
A lot of hundreds, these n*ggas know that we run it
We never blunted
Smoking them raws cause we raw
Never flaw, fly as you ever saw
Real life we riding real cars
Hustle hard for muscle cars
f*ck the best broads
Blowing O’s at all cost
Natural born stars, what they saying, yeah
[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
Taylor Gang Or Die
Wizzle