Chimney

[Intro]
(R-R-Rossi going up)

[Verse 1: Supawassi]
If it's smoke, I'm like a chimney
Glock 19 got a switchy
I keep the Drac', but I ain't Drizzy
I make birds fly like Tweety
Wass, we live just like Jimmy
Hundred round drum, my glizzy got titties

[Verse 2: Burna Bandz]
Hop out, get busy
Big G-30, it knock out your kidneys
You could try duck, but you might catch a wiggy
Trap out of town, fly when I'm in the city
XD makes you see stars like Disney
That lil' ho coming right back like a frisbee
I'm in the trap, overload on the digi'

[Verse 3: Supawassi]
Headshot, give that boy a Boosie
I'm masked up in all black Coogi
He tried to slide and he got Ricky'd
I ran him down, my kicks Balenci'
I can't see through these Carti's
This sweater Dior, it ain't Armani
This dog food ain't for a puppy
We in the 'Woods like Jumanji

[Verse 4: Burna Bandz]
Can teach you the hype, could teach you how to bank
'Cause we brought a hundred rounds, hope you could match that
Team no lackin', so you know I can't stash that
I want my bag, racks stuffed in the backpack
We lurkin' in a Ghost, you can't see me, it's matte black
She buss it open, I ain't with the chat-chat
Bitch, I been ballin' hard, where the stats at?
Come to the trap and shop, bitch, I'ma tax that
Bro, he gon' empty the clip like Mad Max
I get so high, I don't know where I'ma land at
30 on me just so I make it back home
Glock 23, VanVleet, get your man gone

[Verse 5: Supawassi]
She give me dumb brain just like a moron
I can't pull up in it if it ain't foreign
I can count the racks up while I'm snoring
Glock 23, fly like Jordan
Don't let me slam on you, Aaron Gordon
These rappers funny, Martin Lawrence
Face shot a boy if you kill us like gorgeous
We do him on camera, watch the recording
.223's sound like a explosion
We strike niggas out like we bowling
Glizzy take his top like it's common
We want house traps, these trappers homeless
I get you gone, no Hocus Pocus
Switch on the glizzy, I don't got to focus
She eat the dick like she choking
They want smoke, it's crack, they smoking

[Verse 6: Burna Bandz]
We ballin' hard, yeah, no practice or coaching
I'm at the pot, I got my wrist in motion
I fucked the lil' ho, bet I leave her soakin'
Sippin' on many, my daily doses
You already know I got to keep my toaster
Slide on your block just me and my chauffeur
He in the trap, but he just a dojer
Bro said he seen it but it's all a crossover