Chaos (feat. Jake Lambo, Jaque Beatz, JAVI & London Jae)

Uh, take my keys and start it

Start it

Hold up wait a minute, how you feel lil' bitch?

You already know I'm finna kill this shit

No genre the label, what the deal lil' bitch?

Playing with my money, I might kill that bitch

Imma kill that bitch, imma euthanize

We all at the funeral with suits and ties

Imma get my check at the

I mean envelope, and yes she will elope

Let me get it juh

I got the lil' niggas in the back

Put your back on my [?] and my bad bitch

Firex on a tap

Man it probably will emit

I get money ho

Getting honey ho

You know who run it ho

Dick all in your stomach ho

You know you want it ho

Dick all in her stomach like hollatel

After she give me that pussy then I got a deal

You know these hoes is hoes is hoes we got a lot of them

Ho on of this shit you see these fly all on my collar bitch

I'm just chilling with some bitches and they looking like some tits

Yes I'm from atlanta the west side I represent

If I hop up on that I can make your ass a

Bitch stop pitching me ideas and go pitch yourself a tent

Tinted windows on my whip and see that shit like 5%

Damn, can't see

Running through a check, I fucked up my hand and now a nigga can't count em

Now my rubber band, little nigga on mountain

Why the hell y'all actin hard I swear to God that these niggas ain't bout it

They mad that my team winning and their's isn't so we got em all pouting

Imma tell you why they actin like that

These days everybody want an oscar

And they not my sons, and if they are

I swear to God imma put them in foster care

You on tv take you off the air

Imma show my ass like I ought to be here

You know I will like the autonomy clear

Won't explain that line, need not to be clear

I'm feeling right now I could spar with a bat

Bare hands hands out I got nothing to share

Just lit up a blunt, blowing smoke in the air

Foggy windows because my friends are burning forest fires

You no like it? We say forrest run but I think forrest tired

Blowing stinky like that motor oil when I burn my tires

Got my foot up on the gas gas gas, plus a lighter

Gas plus a lighter

Gas plus a lighter

I just bought a pack of condoms y'all a pack of vaginas

And she fast with her ass like her past get behind her

Imma bag her imma drag her where my like the timer

Hold up, hold up, wait

If you hater then you a mistake

No genre the label, my life is great

Chilling with rebels man shout out to jake

Shout out to me?

So it's my turn

Fuck these niggas talking bout, hold up

You ain't talking money, then shut up

Working from the night til the sun up

Higher than my life, bail whaddup

Higher like I got the job show up

Tell the boss to suck it, imma blow up

Snitches get stitches, get sewn up

Pass joe a bottle, the doors go up

Eat two hoes like I'm an omnivore

Or some type of carnivore, tyrannosaur

Sorta kinda like a connoisseur

With an excalibur kind of sword

Bitch, all the competition we started

And we top shelf, y'all niggas top ramen

Look bitch, bobby go apeshit

Came from the wild we was raised in a jungle gym

Bitch, y'all sneak like rumpelstiltskin and pajamas

Rolling presidential yeah we rolling down obama

That's just how we do it

In you bitch mouth like you ain't