Chit Chat

[Verse 1: 279tyler]
I want me a wraith
Hunna K I'm a flex in ya face
Hellcat yeah I'm finna race
You ain't get money
Yeah you a disgrace
Off a perc yeah feeling crazy
Don't fuck with you yeah, you fugazi
If you wanna work then you gotta pay me
Yeah you broke as fuck counting up some pennies
And that bitch wanna fuck and she ain't never met me
They not opps yeah they not a threat to me
Send shots if he try to run off on me
Getting this bag while you just slack
Get off your ass stop being a lack
I could never ever hang with a rat
If I spot one taking carе of that
The toolie yeah it got blatt
Yеah this shit gonna blow you back
Pop a xan like a Tic Tac
I ain't with none of that chit chat
I ain't with none of that chit chat
I ain't with none of that chit chat

[Verse 2: CauZ]
Hundred rounds got a hundred rounds. and we shooting back
In the sight, yeah you in the sight, toe tag get attached
Grab the Glock, and I had to do it, bitch we gone go through it
Send the shots, and he's going stupid, yeah he should've knew it
All that chit chat for the verse [?] what's the word
Don't know what she saying had to get a bag first
All these people talking, this shit feel like a curse
I'm a keep it pushing baby, I just hope it work
I don't even care, pop a perc, I be outer space
If you keep that talking yeah the shooters they gone run your fade

[Verse 3: 6evermir]
That's my dog, we can't match
With the gang they got my back
Riding with sticks that boy can't lack
We sippin' Wock, that DJ Phat
Nigga down smoking blacks
Swerving whips I'm in that cat
Ran his mouth on the net
Took his shit can't get it back
Late night with your hoe
She suck my dick that hoe a nat
You got jugged, you can't catch
You a bitch and I'm a vet
With the gang on the raise
AK's, Glocks, we been outside

[Verse 4: Glawkie]
See that nigga, up the chops
Yeah, yeah, oh
I walk in the spot like wow
Yeah, look at me now
Yeah we spin your block right round
Yeah that nigga a clown
Yeah I was so down
But them percy's got me up
Percy's got me up
Percy's got me up

[Verse 5: Dici]
No no, hold up, that lil percy got me down
How the fuck you making hits, nah, I ain't heard a sound
Yeah you chit chat 'bout my brothers we gone pull up get you gone
That lil Glock out you better run now, got Glocks out when the sun out
Bum ass ain't smoking on loud, your bum ass ain't allowed
Yeah we ain't with that chit chat, uh, yeah, we can push yo shit back
Woah, yeah, we ain't with that chit chat, we ain't with that chit chat, [?]
Chit chat, yeah we ain't with that
Yeah that chit chat, yeah we ain't with that, haha