Chugga Chugga (feat. Yung Craka, Traqula)

Anh, what the fuck?

I don't know

I swear to God, I do not know

I don't fucking know (I don't know)

But fuck it here we go

Ayy, pull up chugga, chugga I be steamin' like a train

Walk around, drip down, everybody know my name

You a lame (you a lame)

Penny for your thot and keep the change

Ayy, get up out my lane, get up, get up out my lane

Ayy, ayy, I only fuck her for her rack

She only fuck me for the racks

And if she wanna be my bitch she's gonna have to throw it back

Like woah, do you know my ho, you say you do, but you don't

She talking shit, but you won't, got vvs' that I flaunt

And do you got a bag? (yes sir, yes sir)

And are your bitches bad? (yes sir, yes sir)

And I'm in that pussycat (like purr, like purr)

And then I pull up in that jag (like skrr, like skrr)

Ayy, pull up chugga, chugga I be steamin' like a train

Walk around, drip down, everybody know my name

You a lame (you a lame)

Penny for your thot and keep the change

Ayy, get up out my lane, get up, get up out my lane

I'm lookin' bitch ho, why the fuck she smells like cologne?

I'm with a big ho, beat it like sylvester stallone

I got a big bag, coming in from kangaroo Jack

I'm chillin' with the whites, but all my bitches black

So get the fuck out my lane 'cause I be swervin' the whip

I swear to God I was broke, but now I'm finna get rich

I'd rather do it alone, you bitches corny as shit

And anybody hating on me getting kissed on the lips (mwah)