CHA CHA - JC Reyes, NLE Choppa & Big Papa313

Pipe that shit up, TnT (Tahj Money) Brr, we on (for real, for real) NLE Choppa (we on) They know we on Woah, woah (brr) Straight up Thug nigga That's the moon, moonlight Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah, oh woah (moonlight) Yeah-yeah, the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Ayy Thug nigga We trappin' in the moonlight (in the moonlight) We get the bag on the same day, the same night Don't talk on tap phones, you know the feds run devices My mom my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I gotta go and get it back Got 'bout 40 on my wrist, I got 'bout two hoes on my dick I know she seen me when I glisten, now she wanna take a pic' It seems right, gun lights, the sunlight (brr, brr) One pipe, one life and a few stripes (a few stripes) I changed my ways, my future brighter It was scary, Michael Myers (it was scary, Michael Myers) Feel entitled 'cause I want the title Take it from my rival (take it from my rival) Who feelin' my sorrow? Pain in a bottle with desire Look up to Rallo, I wanna own the hood I put on Put on like cologne I wanna show you you don't need a loan (don't need a loan) Throw my hood on, it's VLone, Amiri denims, dawg And we done see a lot A lotta killings on that block and they left us in shock Fuck medication I've been meditatin' Facin' my problems (I been facin' my problems) Police investigating, got another charge, ain't do nothin', hmm I ain't never gon' lay down I stand tall, two feet, ten toes (ten toes) I don't care what I go through I'ma stay down, I never fold (I never fold) They say I'm slept on, but I bet I wake up a dreamer though She said she a squirter when I hit her she was creamin' though (damn) Thug nigga We trappin' in the moonlight We get the bag on the same day, the same night Don't talk on tap phones, you know the feds run devices My mom my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I gotta go and get it back Got 'bout 40 on my wrist, I got 'bout two hoes on my dick I know she seen me when I glisten, now she wanna take a pic' Makin' a livin' while makin' a killin' It don't make no sense but shit that's how I get it I'm the example of hard work, commitment The head of my clique, to move they need permission The plug for a lotta things, I'm the extension Chords get struck, I got strikes for my chain gang, but muhfuckin' a prison Niggas is stuck 'cause they ain't got intentions, boy, when you gon' get it? To get it you gotta give a fuck the jealousy All that resentment, the shit that you put out Is only gon' come right back 'til you strengthen To put this shit clearer, the world just a mirror I'm up as I ever been, on an ascension, yeah And I can't move iffy, the cameras go flicky I roll with the blicky and I can't be trippin' If I'm still alive that shit ain't no biggie I am B-I-G, though, the king of my city And my bitch so down, that she give me a kidney Probably'll die for me, rather her live for me Product of pain and look what it did to me I ain't no killer but, nigga, I'll kill you If it ever had to come down to them or me Move in divinity, I give a fuck if you get it 'Cause bitch it ain't no gettin' rid of me Thug nigga We trappin' in the moonlight We get the bag on the same day, the same night Don't talk on tap phones, you know the feds run devices My mom my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I gotta go and get it back Got 'bout 40 on my wrist, I got 'bout two hoes on my dick I know she seen me when I glisten, now she wanna take a pic' It seems like two wrongs don't make a right (don't make a right) But you gon' tell a lie so you won't hurt my feelings, right? I'm gangsta, the truth don't hurt me, it heals me (it heals me) But thank you, I'ma make sure y'all feel me

M1OnTheBeat Rah, it's BKay Zeno music, all day, everyday Flick my finger like Deku (Flick it) Two samurai's like Deadpool, Dench man live on the mains, I'm mental (ching) Hop out the car and mend it, David Beckham man bend it Fuck with the opps, get bun with the opps, I ain't got time for selection (No chance) Aim that wap, at one direction Now the whole groups singing, bitching, are you kidding? Get that drop, stuff the whip with my children (Get it in there) ST with the mop, wring it like you're cleaning Double tap that dots, now my Oyster card ain't beeping Man don't rap with a fuckboy, stop asking for a feature Opps gonna ride with a shank, we gonna ride with a beater (Bow) Have fun with your Z, I need a half box or Nina (Trap) Slap that corn off one time, then it's back to the bando, clean up We don't park it off, we stay with it and bark it off Broad day we'll clart it off, back in the ride, laugh it off Bitch no you can't smoke this spliff but you can hold this dick Now she wanna hold this stick, if feds come she gon' turn Jorja Smith Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone I'll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone I'll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs Let's go O and bore these pricks, Trap in my spot, you're more than pissed Wrapping up grub I don't need love, I need to get down all these plugs Hoopty stuff with tugs and snubs, get round there and cause that fuss Take that step, it's all on us, Trident all on us Line man up like I'm fishing I can't air no drops like Apple (No chance) Kidnap yutes, put man in shackles, whack mans men and set an example Extend this arm, course I'm bodily harming Run from me, don't make me laugh I'mma swing this driller, hand on my heart (Promise) If they're riding patterned I ain't putting my foot in that whip (No chance) Don't take that risk, run up on me, I see you at six (On the news) I'm a fucking demon, slap corn, just sing like Dubzy (Ayy) I'll fry man like Kentucky, 9 gang on a whole load of fuckery Take that shot, we get the picture, clean up that mix-up Get tripped up then dipped up Kick that door, I can tell you 'bout stick ups (Let's see) Let's see who this dotty gon' lift up or leave man flat like a sit up Stay indoors, don't get hit up Get 'round there, let's see who's realer Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone I'll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone I'll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs M1OnTheBeat Rah, it's BKay