More songs by Chuckyy
More songs by Rob49
Description
Main Artist: Chuckyy
Main Artist: Rob49
Producer: Bugg
Producer: Marko Lenz
Composer: David Meiners
Composer: Mark Nikolaev
Lyricist: Charles Davis
Lyricist: Robert Thomas
Lyrics and translation
Original
Make a fine nigga fall and shit, we ain't speaking on wax, send shit to the devil.
Straight up double two poles like Livio, whatever.
Hit the block, man, see the snow, nigga, we the shovel. Cribs back, suited up all black.
Get back, black, black. Splash out on whoever.
Drop top foreign and I'm already hanging out with the chop, tryna change up the weather.
Pull up south, we'll hop out, find a nigga, up robbers, dumb ass out like a muzzle.
Point ten on a nigga head, I can guarantee lil' bro asleep in a fuck nigga bushes.
Whip in the wheelie, I'm doing one-sixty in a twenty with a pretty bitch touching my goodies.
Get out the way, the lil' boy got a Philly, ain't never ever in your life top a hoodie. Niggas know
Chugknog on P, got perfect game and I'm a real big bully.
It's a headshot, you don't know I can do it with a red dot. Instagram thug got the feds hot.
Nigga walk down, take a picture, go laugh about it.
So much shit changed, I'm rich as fuck. We ain't going to LV, but the bitch still love me.
We'll get smashed on a nigga, that ain't shit. We done did it too many times out there in public.
Everywhere I be at, they be knowing me. Got to get the dough TSA feel like me in
Greece. I was putting niggas right on the TV screen. Now look at me, I'm on the TV.
Flat screen.
-Da biggest. -Da biggest.
I ain't done, I'ma keep on going.
No, that's what they thought when I hit that block. No halfway job, we get shit done. No, that's what we on, we take shit far.
That nigga block on stealth mode, do a nigga just like nothing, fuck nigga go fah. I ain't even on no tough shit, nigga try to back door me, I'ma kill that body.
I can't make no dead songs, I'm tryna raise some and the feds be watching.
Got to keep one in hand.
Counting me out, you count me in. Counting me out, you count me in.
That bitch, she just brought her friend.
And that bitch a stick up. I'm too turnt, bitch, fuck your nigga.
She mad 'cause I want to sip no liquor. I'm sorry, bae, I'm a real cold nigga, sip up.
Eighty degrees, still shivering. If she from Philly, I'm sticking my dick in it.
In the crib recording an all black disc, 'cause I got to stand on some business quick.
Still hood suited up, but I'm really rich.
Make a fine nigga fall and shit, we ain't speaking on wax, send shit to the devil.
Straight up double two poles like Livio, whatever.
Hit the block, man, see the snow, nigga, we the shovel. Cribs back, suited up all black.
Get back, black, black. Splash out on whoever.
Drop top foreign and I'm already hanging out with the chop, tryna change up the weather.
Pull up south, we'll hop out, find a nigga, up robbers, dumb ass out like a muzzle.
Point ten on a nigga head, I can guarantee lil' bro asleep in a fuck nigga bushes.
Whip in the wheelie, I'm doing one-sixty in a twenty with a pretty bitch touching my goodies.
-For sure. -Out the way, my lil' brother got a Philly.
Ain't never ever in your life top a hoodie.
John Cousteau, big shooter on a bulletproof nigga. My hood smoking blacks, getting busy.
I done seen real G's turn pussy. When Chug give a young boy the ball, I took it.
You seen fuck boy smokers, but his brother getting money and ain't nothing 'bout him pussy.
-Yeah. Ain't tucking no chain on D. -On dead.
Niggas get killed by me. In the crib, I got bad hoes touching on me.
I do feel rich, he ain't nothing like me. Chug keep shit P, he ain't nothing like me.
-At all. -You know me, I fly hoes OT.
You know me, -move sweet, new ho every week. -Yeah.
Da biggest.
Make a fine nigga fall and shit, we ain't speaking on wax, send shit to the devil.
Straight up double two poles like Livio, whatever.
Hit the block, man, see the snow, nigga, we the shovel. Cribs back, suited up all black.
Get back, black, black. Splash out on whoever.
Drop top foreign and I'm already hanging out with the chop, tryna change up the weather.
Pull up south, we'll hop out, find a nigga, up robbers, dumb ass out like a muzzle.
Point ten on a nigga head, I can guarantee lil' bro asleep in a fuck nigga bushes.
Whip in the wheelie, I'm doing one-sixty in a twenty with a pretty bitch touching my goodies.
Youngest. Gang.
I like that.
English translation
Make a fine nigga fall and shit, we ain't speaking on wax, send shit to the devil.
Straight up double two poles like Livio, whatever.
Hit the block, man, see the snow, nigga, we the shovel. Cribs back, suited up all black.
Get back, black, black. Splash out on whoever.
Drop top foreign and I'm already hanging out with the chop, tryna change up the weather.
Pull up south, we'll hop out, find a nigga, up robbers, dumb ass out like a muzzle.
Point ten on a nigga head, I can guarantee lil' bro asleep in a fuck nigga bushes.
Whip in the wheelie, I'm doing one-sixty in a twenty with a pretty bitch touching my goodies.
Get out the way, the lil' boy got a Philly, ain't never ever in your life top a hoodie. Niggas know
Chugknog on P, got perfect game and I'm a real big bully.
It's a headshot, you don't know I can do it with a red dot. Instagram thug got the feds hot.
Nigga walk down, take a picture, go laugh about it.
So much shit changed, I'm rich as fuck. We ain't going to LV, but the bitch still love me.
We'll get smashed on a nigga, that ain't shit. We done did it too many times out there in public.
Everywhere I be at, they be knowing me. Got to get the dough TSA feel like me in
Greece. I was putting niggas right on the TV screen. Now look at me, I'm on the TV.
Flat screen.
-Da biggest. -Da biggest.
I ain't done, I'ma keep on going.
No, that's what they thought when I hit that block. No halfway job, we get shit done. No, that's what we on, we take shit far.
That nigga block on stealth mode, do a nigga just like nothing, fuck nigga go fah. I ain't even on no tough shit, nigga try to back door me, I'ma kill that body.
I can't make no dead songs, I'm tryna raise some and the feds be watching.
Got to keep one in hand.
Counting me out, you count me in. Counting me out, you count me in.
That bitch, she just brought her friend.
And that bitch a stick up. I'm too turnt, bitch, fuck your nigga.
She mad 'cause I want to sip no liquor. I'm sorry, bae, I'm a real cold nigga, sip up.
Eighty degrees, still shivering. If she from Philly, I'm sticking my dick in it.
In the crib recording an all black disc, 'cause I got to stand on some business quick.
Still hood suited up, but I'm really rich.
Make a fine nigga fall and shit, we ain't speaking on wax, send shit to the devil.
Straight up double two poles like Livio, whatever.
Hit the block, man, see the snow, nigga, we the shovel. Cribs back, suited up all black.
Get back, black, black. Splash out on whoever.
Drop top foreign and I'm already hanging out with the chop, tryna change up the weather.
Pull up south, we'll hop out, find a nigga, up robbers, dumb ass out like a muzzle.
Point ten on a nigga head, I can guarantee lil' bro asleep in a fuck nigga bushes.
Whip in the wheelie, I'm doing one-sixty in a twenty with a pretty bitch touching my goodies.
-For sure. -Out the way, my lil' brother got a Philly.
Ain't never ever in your life top a hoodie.
John Cousteau, big shooter on a bulletproof nigga. My hood smoking blacks, getting busy.
I done seen real G's turn pussy. When Chug give a young boy the ball, I took it.
You seen fuck boy smokers, but his brother getting money and ain't nothing 'bout him pussy.
-Yeah. Ain't tucking no chain on D. -On dead.
Niggas get killed by me. In the crib, I got bad hoes touching on me.
I do feel rich, he ain't nothing like me. Chug keep shit P, he ain't nothing like me.
-At all. -You know me, I fly hoes OT.
You know me, -move sweet, new ho every week. -Yeah.
Da biggest.
Make a fine nigga fall and shit, we ain't speaking on wax, send shit to the devil.
Straight up double two poles like Livio, whatever.
Hit the block, man, see the snow, nigga, we the shovel. Cribs back, suited up all black.
Get back, black, black. Splash out on whoever.
Drop top foreign and I'm already hanging out with the chop, tryna change up the weather.
Pull up south, we'll hop out, find a nigga, up robbers, dumb ass out like a muzzle.
Point ten on a nigga head, I can guarantee lil' bro asleep in a fuck nigga bushes.
Whip in the wheelie, I'm doing one-sixty in a twenty with a pretty bitch touching my goodies.
Youngest. Gang.
I like that.