Chest

[Chorus]
I been working hard, I ain't got no time to rest
Smoking on that gas, I go blind, feel it in my chest
I'ma run up, no peace signs, leave a bloody mess
I know he'll feel it when I'm sending shots right to his chest
Talking shit up online, lil' bro, you sound upset
Copy me like a mime 'cause you see I'm getting bread
Know he'll feel it when I send them shots right to his chest
Bitch boy should have wore a vest

[Verse]
Oh, that was your bitch? I ain't even fucking notice (Yeah)
Whipping in a Tesla while you're whipping in a Focus (No)
Need to get your bread up, lil' bro, your money bogus (Hahaha)
I been gettin' money like a motherfucking bonus
Talk shit, get hit, that's the policy (Yeah)
If you talking, better know I got a Glock on me (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm young luvseat, I'm a goddamn commodity (Yeah)
National treasure, that's why your bitch touching all on me (Yeah)
I been going up, I don't think nobody's stopping me (Yeah)
I could son the scene 'cause everybody wanna copy me (Yeah, yeah)
Say you play with sticks, that's okay, I got a lot on me (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy boy think he tough, yeah, that's fucking comedy
Okay, okay, free alza!, he ain't do shit (Nah)
Ain't talking movies when I'm saying that I shoot shit (Ayy)
I got a chopper, lil' bro, don't make me use it (Ayy)
Talking down and now you dead, you looking stupid (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
I been working hard, I ain't got no time to rest
Smoking on that gas, I go blind, feel it in my chest
I'ma run up, no peace signs, leave a bloody mess
I know he'll feel it when I'm sending shots right to his chest
Talking shit up online, lil' bro, you sound upset
Copy me like a mime 'cause you see I'm getting bread
Know he'll feel it when I send them shots right to his chest
Bitch boy should have wore a vest